[ Apparently bats are all universally friendly here. Carolina doesn't quite know what to make of this, particularly when Fang gets SO EXCITED, damn Wash, what in the world are you feeding this little guy? For a moment, her hand rests against her gun, once again secured against her thigh, before her helm shakes slightly and she lifts it to poke a finger cautiously at Fang's stomach. Move aside, little guy. And don't be too ticklish while she does that.
Her stomach roils with a mix of emotions, too: a little anger, yes, mixed liberally with disappointment, confusion, and an odd sense of shame she hasn't felt in a long, long time. ]
Well, next time, be sure to advise him to count to 10 first.
[ Stepping out of the dark, there's no sign that the other freelancer feels anything but calm, cool certainty. It isn't a welcoming voice that speaks, though. Just a little off center from neutral.]
..You're the last person I was expecting to see here.
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Her stomach roils with a mix of emotions, too: a little anger, yes, mixed liberally with disappointment, confusion, and an odd sense of shame she hasn't felt in a long, long time. ]
Well, next time, be sure to advise him to count to 10 first.
[ Stepping out of the dark, there's no sign that the other freelancer feels anything but calm, cool certainty. It isn't a welcoming voice that speaks, though. Just a little off center from neutral.]
..You're the last person I was expecting to see here.