( he speaks in that way not entirely unfamiliar to her in her time in the derelicts, and her fingers itch to reach for a lighter that isn't there. it isn't her place to say much of anything, but she's no stranger to the realities of life and how unconditionally cruel it can be to those unlucky enough to be born without the privilege of money and relative safety.
memories of a counted cash, a gun that barely fit into her hands, a tattoo marking her as another's -
a beat passes in solemn silence. the fraction of a moment - a piece of vulnerability - returned more quietly than she means. )
They're lucky to have met you.
( her mind drifts to a time when she was scrawnier, smaller; clutching onto one even smaller than her. not alma, no. another. the one she doesn't dare talk about. the one she's searched for all this time.
all for it to turn out the way it did.
a hum, thoughtful, her eyes flicking towards the spot he's pointed out. only one way to find out, huh? )
Doesn't hurt to check it out.
( letting themselves in chimes a soft bell to announce their arrival, and the first thing she does is - ... is that a robot manning the point of sale? )
no subject
memories of a counted cash, a gun that barely fit into her hands, a tattoo marking her as another's -
a beat passes in solemn silence. the fraction of a moment - a piece of vulnerability - returned more quietly than she means. )
They're lucky to have met you.
( her mind drifts to a time when she was scrawnier, smaller; clutching onto one even smaller than her. not alma, no. another. the one she doesn't dare talk about. the one she's searched for all this time.
all for it to turn out the way it did.
a hum, thoughtful, her eyes flicking towards the spot he's pointed out. only one way to find out, huh? )
Doesn't hurt to check it out.
( letting themselves in chimes a soft bell to announce their arrival, and the first thing she does is - ... is that a robot manning the point of sale? )
...
...
Do I like, talk to it or something?