"Oh right!" Pap chirped, stumbling forward several paces at the nudge. "Groobs - right." Despite the agreeable nature of her tone she her face had scrunched up in good natured confusion. What was a groob? "Groobs... are normally the cold ones, right?" She beamed a hopeful grin back at him in the gloom. Perhaps she was a good guesser!
Between her antics, the dark, and trying to stay out from under those big combat boots the brute was wearing (they looked so heavy!), Pap proved less than graceful. With a clunk, a pitched yelp, and a nervous giggle she stumbled over a bit of wreckage. Rising up on her knees she brushed her hands off, shaking her head with a sneeze. "I'm okay - just go on, I'll catch up."
Boy, that was embarrassing.
Between her antics, the dark, and trying to stay out from under those big combat boots the brute was wearing (they looked so heavy!), Pap proved less than graceful. With a clunk, a pitched yelp, and a nervous giggle she stumbled over a bit of wreckage. Rising up on her knees she brushed her hands off, shaking her head with a sneeze. "I'm okay - just go on, I'll catch up."
Boy, that was embarrassing.
