[ Deviant hunter. The hunted and the hunter. Her eyes narrow just slightly when she reads his shirt, sounding all too familiar to a term used back at home -- Blade Runner. Her gaze raises evenly to his face and she can't help the way that she suddenly feels the need to be more guarded. She'd been prepared to talk about being hunted and running. But now...
She avoids his suggestion and asks instead: ] What's that? [ Her finger taps her own temple, asking about this LED, although she sort of has a creeping inkling of an idea already. ]
oh hello fellow andy
She avoids his suggestion and asks instead: ] What's that? [ Her finger taps her own temple, asking about this LED, although she sort of has a creeping inkling of an idea already. ]