- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
She stops a short distance from him, not familiar, but not fearful as she crosses her arms across her chest. Her perceptive eyes take in the details of the man, dark sunglasses, unbothered attitude, drawling tone. They remind her very much of someone else, and she nearly scoffs at having never recognized the resemblance based on descriptors of the Captain alone.
The blue-black of her tail flicks with quiet irritation when she tilts her head. "The one who's making this port more than a few pieces of rotting wood." The sharpness of her tone isn't threatening but barbed with a stubbornness that says she's happy to give him as many answers as he gives her.
Thal follows the flick of his cigarette with mock boredom before drawing her gaze back to him, and when he finally gives a vague, half-assessed answer, she offers an amused smirk. "There isn't much of either yet." Still, she rewards the bit of information with a nod towards the small hub taking shape, a couple storage structures and stalls creating a skeleton for more to come. "But it should be up and running in a few weeks time."
The blue-black of her tail flicks with quiet irritation when she tilts her head. "The one who's making this port more than a few pieces of rotting wood." The sharpness of her tone isn't threatening but barbed with a stubbornness that says she's happy to give him as many answers as he gives her.
Thal follows the flick of his cigarette with mock boredom before drawing her gaze back to him, and when he finally gives a vague, half-assessed answer, she offers an amused smirk. "There isn't much of either yet." Still, she rewards the bit of information with a nod towards the small hub taking shape, a couple storage structures and stalls creating a skeleton for more to come. "But it should be up and running in a few weeks time."
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
