[ The bravado sells it; much longer, and she would have noticed, as her adrenaline levels continued to drop and her systems were less on fight or flight mode. There's a certain level of parroting she indulges in without thinking: ]
A knight?
[ Which she conceptually understands, it's fairly popular in media, and not too far off in media concepts to samurai, but it's still startling (and, well, cool) ]
That's really cool!
[ Cue an immediate brightening of her countenance. There are so many amazing people here! It's a far nicer focus than the fact there's, you know, significant ongoing destruction all around, and no end in sight. Not with the water pumping out of whatever pipes and aquifers they tapped into without pause.
Bright eyed, she looks a bit less like a damp kid dragged through and around the floral scented waters of the Pleasure District. Not by much, but enough. It's tempered that somberness into something akin to admiration and curiosity, which softens again, looking back out toward the street. He's right. She nods her head toward him, firming her shoulders. ]
You're right. We're both alive, and we'll both stay that way. Though we really probably need to get out of this district. Can no one turn all the water off?
[ Not really a question she's asking for him to have an answer for (and why would a knight, really, have one for the plumbing problems of this world), but it's one that she feels should have an answer somehow. One she guesses relates back to technology, because it's technology that's been acting all wrong. What kind of automated system has messed up this time?
She shifts forward, away from the wall. Waters swirl around bare feet, debris bobbing by as she steps forward — and flinches, glancing down with a sharp look. ]
Ow.
[ Had she gotten stung? It sure felt like it; lifting her offended foot above the water, she instead stares down at the shallow, bleeding gash, water and blood dripping down from her toes. Nothing bad, she evaluates, but definitely a nuisance. ]
At least it's not on the bottom...
[ She sighs, keeping it internal. Her bandaids aren't going to cut it here. There's not much she herself can do, lacking bandaging supplies (or much knowledge in bandaging). She'll just stick her foot back in the water and worry about cleaning it out later. ]
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A knight?
[ Which she conceptually understands, it's fairly popular in media, and not too far off in media concepts to samurai, but it's still startling (and, well, cool) ]
That's really cool!
[ Cue an immediate brightening of her countenance. There are so many amazing people here! It's a far nicer focus than the fact there's, you know, significant ongoing destruction all around, and no end in sight. Not with the water pumping out of whatever pipes and aquifers they tapped into without pause.
Bright eyed, she looks a bit less like a damp kid dragged through and around the floral scented waters of the Pleasure District. Not by much, but enough. It's tempered that somberness into something akin to admiration and curiosity, which softens again, looking back out toward the street. He's right. She nods her head toward him, firming her shoulders. ]
You're right. We're both alive, and we'll both stay that way. Though we really probably need to get out of this district. Can no one turn all the water off?
[ Not really a question she's asking for him to have an answer for (and why would a knight, really, have one for the plumbing problems of this world), but it's one that she feels should have an answer somehow. One she guesses relates back to technology, because it's technology that's been acting all wrong. What kind of automated system has messed up this time?
She shifts forward, away from the wall. Waters swirl around bare feet, debris bobbing by as she steps forward — and flinches, glancing down with a sharp look. ]
Ow.
[ Had she gotten stung? It sure felt like it; lifting her offended foot above the water, she instead stares down at the shallow, bleeding gash, water and blood dripping down from her toes. Nothing bad, she evaluates, but definitely a nuisance. ]
At least it's not on the bottom...
[ She sighs, keeping it internal. Her bandaids aren't going to cut it here. There's not much she herself can do, lacking bandaging supplies (or much knowledge in bandaging). She'll just stick her foot back in the water and worry about cleaning it out later. ]