// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
Her shoulders roll in agreement, even if it wasn’t something that particularly made her envy the other woman. But it was what it was, and she’d proven the point with her slip on the ice. She can’t particularly argue it now, could she? So she focuses instead on the nervous laughter, the quiet puff of air that leaves her in relief that Tobi doesn’t have to deal with a patient dying on her watch. But then… But then it was Finn and her head cocks toward the Doctor – brows furrowing. “I did hear about that… He always seems so quiet and manageable.” She comments, though the only interaction she’d had with the Spyglass were meetings where they never seemed to talk and he rarely had much to add.
Other than that? The man was a complete mystery to her.
“Well. I’m glad you’re okay.” She says, imagining that Finn would get better eventually, and perhaps a lesson learned between the two of them on what could be handled and what couldn’t.
Torchline is a safer topic, one that has her leaning in and listening as Tobi continues, a low hum of a whistle leaving her. “Ugh, red wine is so good.” She says dreamily, glancing back to Tobi when the mischievous look meets her and her own flint hued gaze flickers with warmth and playfulness. The term confuses her, however, and Tobi is generous enough to explain the meaning. “When in Rome, indeed.” She agrees with a slightly awkward huff of a laugh after.
But then she’s nudging her elbow out again, aiming for Tobi’s side. “At least you’ll have a partner, hm?” She flashes a wink before a gloved hand is reaching to intertwine her arm with the Doctor’s. “I hear Torchline has a lot of refreshing and fruity drinks. Perfect for lounging by the beach... Under the palm trees when it gets too hot.” A brief moment is spent imagining applying sunscreen on pale shoulders that didn't particularly get out much.
Other than that? The man was a complete mystery to her.
“Well. I’m glad you’re okay.” She says, imagining that Finn would get better eventually, and perhaps a lesson learned between the two of them on what could be handled and what couldn’t.
Torchline is a safer topic, one that has her leaning in and listening as Tobi continues, a low hum of a whistle leaving her. “Ugh, red wine is so good.” She says dreamily, glancing back to Tobi when the mischievous look meets her and her own flint hued gaze flickers with warmth and playfulness. The term confuses her, however, and Tobi is generous enough to explain the meaning. “When in Rome, indeed.” She agrees with a slightly awkward huff of a laugh after.
But then she’s nudging her elbow out again, aiming for Tobi’s side. “At least you’ll have a partner, hm?” She flashes a wink before a gloved hand is reaching to intertwine her arm with the Doctor’s. “I hear Torchline has a lot of refreshing and fruity drinks. Perfect for lounging by the beach... Under the palm trees when it gets too hot.” A brief moment is spent imagining applying sunscreen on pale shoulders that didn't particularly get out much.
Seraphina
