[ it could be worse, but it also certainly could be better. this isn't one of the more well-kept cities the earth of 2064 has to offer, but that's the yellow zone for you. they make do with what they have, and some don't have much to work with.
to the 'seeing her awake' thing- she waves it off, dismissively, with another light laugh. ]
Haha, right, you're one of the people who knows about that...
[ awake, but not unscathed; even dressed down and in civilian wear it's clear she's not quite the same 45 who'd been in the camp and mansion. her left eye hasn't opened once, though she seems to navigate fine despite it, and there's not much that can be done to mask the damage to her right arm and patchwork replacement serving in its place, among other things.
really, how much more identifiable it makes her from a distance isn't necessarily the best thing for her line of work, but it's ... fine. it's not like anyone even really knows what she sounds or looks like, anyway. speaking of. ]
Let's not use that name around here too much, hm? There's a lot of 45s out there, you know. Call me Aki if you have to.
[ she hums a bit, linking arms with him to drag him into- a clothing store? a clothing store. while she does this she's foisting some of the bags she's already carrying onto him, before ushering him towards the back where the changing rooms are, commenting as she does: ]
I can't say I'd know how to troubleshoot the scrunchies, though. I haven't really tried to do anything with them.
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Date: 2020-08-18 05:20 am (UTC)to the 'seeing her awake' thing- she waves it off, dismissively, with another light laugh. ]
Haha, right, you're one of the people who knows about that...
[ awake, but not unscathed; even dressed down and in civilian wear it's clear she's not quite the same 45 who'd been in the camp and mansion. her left eye hasn't opened once, though she seems to navigate fine despite it, and there's not much that can be done to mask the damage to her right arm and patchwork replacement serving in its place, among other things.
really, how much more identifiable it makes her from a distance isn't necessarily the best thing for her line of work, but it's ... fine. it's not like anyone even really knows what she sounds or looks like, anyway. speaking of. ]
Let's not use that name around here too much, hm? There's a lot of 45s out there, you know. Call me Aki if you have to.
[ she hums a bit, linking arms with him to drag him into- a clothing store? a clothing store. while she does this she's foisting some of the bags she's already carrying onto him, before ushering him towards the back where the changing rooms are, commenting as she does: ]
I can't say I'd know how to troubleshoot the scrunchies, though. I haven't really tried to do anything with them.