[She'd been gearing up to go. It was the smarter step, leaving now. Putting distance between them. He had to know it as much as she did when he asked, but she stops at the edge of his room— vibrant green lines painted across her skin, catching moonlight.
There's a quick glance upwards towards the ceiling, a short pause for a routine inhale.]
You sure you've got room for me?
[His place was bigger than hers, but her question's punctuated by the way she knocks on a stockpile of carted weapons and ammunition, stacked higher than her head. A joke...and a conversational segue. Something to alleviate the pressure.]
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There's a quick glance upwards towards the ceiling, a short pause for a routine inhale.]
You sure you've got room for me?
[His place was bigger than hers, but her question's punctuated by the way she knocks on a stockpile of carted weapons and ammunition, stacked higher than her head. A joke...and a conversational segue. Something to alleviate the pressure.]