Isla
"Oh, is it? Well, clearly I am just too closed-minded to see your genius then, Remi Taliesin. Forgive this foolish medic her stupidity." The words say all the right things, but Isla's tone is far too shit-eating for it to be in any way convincing, and she's warming up again to the conversation (clearly, by the sass). That's probably why she chooses to focus on Remi the maitre'd rather than Remi-her-handsome-friend as he offers such an array of interesting abilities.
Still, there's only been one she's wanted to try since he very first mentioned it, and she all but cuts him off by squishing her hands against his cheeks to pucker his lips like a fish. "Manticore," she tells him, all but laughing out the word. Letting him go, more out of shock than anything, she rises to her feet to begin putting everything away, smiling over her shoulder. "Real justice, in a place like Caido? Say it isn't so. As long as there's no Bellamy parading in here with his version of a judicial system, I am all for it."
Still, there's only been one she's wanted to try since he very first mentioned it, and she all but cuts him off by squishing her hands against his cheeks to pucker his lips like a fish. "Manticore," she tells him, all but laughing out the word. Letting him go, more out of shock than anything, she rises to her feet to begin putting everything away, smiling over her shoulder. "Real justice, in a place like Caido? Say it isn't so. As long as there's no Bellamy parading in here with his version of a judicial system, I am all for it."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
