'Look how fucking clever he thinks he is.' Edy snarks, though she's grinning just the same as she reaches up without a thought for the holographic hand. Will it zap her? Will it shove her back into the water? Edy thinks no, and as she hauls herself back up onto the dock, she waggles her eyebrows suggestively; the water has made her dress cling to the contours of her body, revealing the bulge between her legs. It isn't impressive just now and they both know why. But still, the Rapacious takes any and every opportunity to show it off. Honestly, Nate is lucky she isn't stripping.
Rather than answering, the Sear cat has tried to run. Darting across various barrels and then leaping elegantly onto a roof, it glares down at the ascended. With a flick of its tail—a simple gesture that somehow communicates haughtiness and a condescending attitude at the same time—it shakes its head.
Wringing a bit of the water from her hair, Edy plants her hands on her hips, waiting to see what Nate will do.
Rather than answering, the Sear cat has tried to run. Darting across various barrels and then leaping elegantly onto a roof, it glares down at the ascended. With a flick of its tail—a simple gesture that somehow communicates haughtiness and a condescending attitude at the same time—it shakes its head.
Wringing a bit of the water from her hair, Edy plants her hands on her hips, waiting to see what Nate will do.
