ISLA
"Mm, that is lucky. And hopefully I can do a decent job in the meantime, providing no one messes themselves up too badly," she says, nodding her agreement and feeling herself relax in a way that she only realises is rare when it happens as his arm settles around her. Shifting to lean her head against his shoulder, her fingers continue to brush patterns along the palm of his metal hand, even if her gaze is on the starlit sea. "Alright, it was very funny," she admits with a smirk.
Nodding gently, she finally glances back down at his new appendage. "It is mighty impressive," she agrees, though she can't help but scoff and tilt her head back to look up at him, to hear what he says about upgrading it. "Is that important to you?" she wonders, her tone more curious than it is judging. "To be strong as all hell, I mean."
Nodding gently, she finally glances back down at his new appendage. "It is mighty impressive," she agrees, though she can't help but scoff and tilt her head back to look up at him, to hear what he says about upgrading it. "Is that important to you?" she wonders, her tone more curious than it is judging. "To be strong as all hell, I mean."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
