Perhaps it's just the nature of travel, or Aeryn's upbringing, or just her general standoffishness, but she seems to withdraw further at the comment, crossing her arms across her lap. It's a relatively benign gesture, or it seems to be -- her staff is resting against the table, and her fingers are now touching the wood of the weapon.
"Whatever gave you that indication?"
It's said dryly. Not asked seriously.
Obviously she doesn't belong in a fucking dingy-ass bullshit tavern, she's wearing embroidered clothing and fine leather boots.
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Date: 2018-04-17 04:30 am (UTC)"Whatever gave you that indication?"
It's said dryly. Not asked seriously.
Obviously she doesn't belong in a fucking dingy-ass bullshit tavern, she's wearing embroidered clothing and fine leather boots.