[see, she would laugh about how she was so close, but then there is a metal...creature there, and she can't help but to stare at it, shifting her stance ever so slightly to be more on guard.]
...You talk.
[Grell, that's rude, and would be ruder were you not accustomed to lower tech. the expression she has is torn between amazement and suspicion - why is the metal being talking? what did it mean it was scouting? why did it look primed to kill everything?
no subject
...You talk.
[Grell, that's rude, and would be ruder were you not accustomed to lower tech. the expression she has is torn between amazement and suspicion - why is the metal being talking? what did it mean it was scouting? why did it look primed to kill everything?
at least she didn't draw her sword on it.]