Safrin
"Which isn't saying much." Ever on the defensive around Ludo, Safrin glares at the pristine white mask with a haughty stare. She stands still as it flits about her, the stars upon her shoulders shining all the more brightly for her discomfort. "I suppose we'll never know, will we."
She wants to reach forward and grasp the rags out of the air. Having tried such in the past, she knows it will do little good. Still, her fingers curl furiously at her sides just the same. "Get over yourself. Accuse you. You carry disease in your wake. Can you really blame me for thinking it was you?" Huffing and turning her head to the side, Safrin studies something far way in the galaxy. A grave, perhaps. "Now who's being controlling? What dreams are had under my stars are not purely your jurisdiction." Narrowing her eyes, Safrin turns a hot stare back toward the porcelain face. "Oh? And just what is my job. Do enlighten me."
She wants to reach forward and grasp the rags out of the air. Having tried such in the past, she knows it will do little good. Still, her fingers curl furiously at her sides just the same. "Get over yourself. Accuse you. You carry disease in your wake. Can you really blame me for thinking it was you?" Huffing and turning her head to the side, Safrin studies something far way in the galaxy. A grave, perhaps. "Now who's being controlling? What dreams are had under my stars are not purely your jurisdiction." Narrowing her eyes, Safrin turns a hot stare back toward the porcelain face. "Oh? And just what is my job. Do enlighten me."
