COLT
The laughter shakes free fully at his response, made all the easier for the back talk he has to give to his crew that seem more than happy to keep playing cowboy. She side steps at his warning, the humor fading away as she curiously looks after the box of odds and ends that are lugged past, 'brows lifting when she finds it's an assortment of fabrics rather than ropes and fish or whatever it is boatmen are always hauling around.
She glances back up towards Jack as his question coasts along the dock, earning a crooked smirk from her and a huff of a breath. She steps after the sailors with a lazy pursuit, "if you're asking for a woman's touch I'm afraid I'll leave you sorely disappointed." She can patch a tear or sew a button, but she’s better at stitching skin than any kind of outfit. "Might still be better than your lot though," she chuckles, mostly to herself, and at the continued raucous noise of craft making rising from the already gathered supplies onboard.
Cresting onto the deck level, she surveys the gathered shit show with a tilt of her head, amusement maintaining its grip on her as the image of the burly sailor strapped in a too-short wash of fabric fully greets her. "My, that's a sight." She sighs through her nose the same way she does when she's found a cow stuck in a fence it easily could have gone around. Without looking she extends her bottle of tequila to Jack. "Don't suppose you could make this all frosty? I'm even willing to share. Seems this might take a while."
She glances back up towards Jack as his question coasts along the dock, earning a crooked smirk from her and a huff of a breath. She steps after the sailors with a lazy pursuit, "if you're asking for a woman's touch I'm afraid I'll leave you sorely disappointed." She can patch a tear or sew a button, but she’s better at stitching skin than any kind of outfit. "Might still be better than your lot though," she chuckles, mostly to herself, and at the continued raucous noise of craft making rising from the already gathered supplies onboard.
Cresting onto the deck level, she surveys the gathered shit show with a tilt of her head, amusement maintaining its grip on her as the image of the burly sailor strapped in a too-short wash of fabric fully greets her. "My, that's a sight." She sighs through her nose the same way she does when she's found a cow stuck in a fence it easily could have gone around. Without looking she extends her bottle of tequila to Jack. "Don't suppose you could make this all frosty? I'm even willing to share. Seems this might take a while."
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
