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2016-02-26 03:08 pm (UTC)
[She adjusts the cinch on her poncho awkwardly, feeling ill at ease with his silence. The way that he looks like he's about to speak, with those dark tines flared, makes her want to wait, but it also makes her bristle.
In the end, smoothing reflexively along with the grain of the uncomfortable fabric she's wearing, she gives a snort and shakes her head. Loose strands of hair fall from the slap-dash ponytail that she is almost always trying to keep from falling apart.]
Come on, there's plenty of other people to make fun of. We should go watch the smart-asses out near the wall working on the generators. Easy to do, might see if they're making any break-throughs we can jump in on for, you know.
[Around here she is going to say nothing of their own project--mostly stymied, unfortunately--because she knows it's not one that people will take seriously, but
one that Algidus holds very dear to whatever constitutes his alien heart.]
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