[ Something in her cheeks twitch, a crook to her smile that could almost be considered arrogant. It’s rare to see from her, but not unfounded. Pyrrha would not have gotten this far if she did not enjoy combat; if she did not take pride in her abilities. When she stands, it’s the sounds that mark her actions: the firm click of her feels against the metallic floor of the carriage; the faint whoosh of her weapons unlatching from their magnetic hold at her back; her even, careful breath, in near-perfect sync with the hissing -
As she moves, spinning to catch the sound… the snakeskin stills, the lights flicking back on. The box is empty of anyone but them. And Pyrrha?
She nearly fumbles. In her surprise, she can’t quite keep herself steady, the floor shifting beneath her feet. ]
—oh.
[ Milo and Akuou are returned to their holding spots, but Pyrrha doesn’t hurry to sit back down. ]
Perhaps the ride is meant to be interactive…
[ From her expression, it’s clear she doesn’t quite believe her own suggestion. More importantly - ]
no subject
As she moves, spinning to catch the sound… the snakeskin stills, the lights flicking back on. The box is empty of anyone but them. And Pyrrha?
She nearly fumbles. In her surprise, she can’t quite keep herself steady, the floor shifting beneath her feet. ]
—oh.
[ Milo and Akuou are returned to their holding spots, but Pyrrha doesn’t hurry to sit back down. ]
Perhaps the ride is meant to be interactive…
[ From her expression, it’s clear she doesn’t quite believe her own suggestion. More importantly - ]
Are you alright?