"Oh but that's no reason not to do it, it's quite alright," she is quick to reassure him, both hands a gentle reprove. Not to worry, Loki, she isn't mad— or at least, she isn't angry, "It's no trouble: I hardly say a word to most of the people I kill!"
She is very sure this is a comfort to you, Loki. One needn't be acquainted with someone in order to acquaint them with entropy, so to speak. Ha ha!
"Really?" She cocks her head, quite an odd gesture for someone in full armor and a helmet, and then looks at the sky. There is an impression, somehow, that she is squinting, "Oh I see. It's like a lantern..."
Something is glowing, in the dark slit of her visor, deeply red and seductive in its call to violence. It's low, yet, but growing by slow degrees, like watching the minute-hand proceed along its round.
"Yes, you might be right. Let's— oh where did you?" She sees him at last, and moves to join Loki in the shade, "Ah, there you are. Oh, now this is a bit better."
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She is very sure this is a comfort to you, Loki. One needn't be acquainted with someone in order to acquaint them with entropy, so to speak. Ha ha!
"Really?" She cocks her head, quite an odd gesture for someone in full armor and a helmet, and then looks at the sky. There is an impression, somehow, that she is squinting, "Oh I see. It's like a lantern..."
Something is glowing, in the dark slit of her visor, deeply red and seductive in its call to violence. It's low, yet, but growing by slow degrees, like watching the minute-hand proceed along its round.
"Yes, you might be right. Let's— oh where did you?" She sees him at last, and moves to join Loki in the shade, "Ah, there you are. Oh, now this is a bit better."