﹙ he's halfway out of his seat before she gets the situation under control, old instincts that aren't all the easiest to shake off. the look she sends him afterwards settles him some, an' he sits back down with a half salute in the vague vicinity of his forehead.
helluva girl. reminds him of aveline, a little. tough as nails, the both of them.
when she comes over an' sits down he leans forward an' gestures her in just so's he can make sure there's no damage to her face. the angle he's at obscured seein' how much connection there truly was, an' he's worried some. ﹚
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helluva girl. reminds him of aveline, a little. tough as nails, the both of them.
when she comes over an' sits down he leans forward an' gestures her in just so's he can make sure there's no damage to her face. the angle he's at obscured seein' how much connection there truly was, an' he's worried some. ﹚
I'm fine. You okay?