[Jolyne was young, and she was sharp. It was the reason that Lilith put up with her bullshit, of which there was plenty: a girl with a grin and a fire in her gaze like that deserved more than a phase-wrapped fist in the face. Giving her that chance had proven wise, Lilith muses. She'd be a smear in the sand right now otherwise.
The heat of the blast seems to linger on her skin, soaking deeper than the sun's relentless rays-- it's as if her muscles had braced for the creeping bite of those flames and just never lost their tension. She shifts where she stands, weight moving from one hip to the other, and she shakes her head, irritated.]
Shit.
[It's not Jolyne's fault. (She'd forgive her if it were. The way things tend to shake out, and the way the two of them operate, it's usually about 50-50 on blame, anyway.) But it'll be a cut into their stash of loot. They'll need to take jobs on, again... and that means more explosions, if they want a ride back sooner rather than later.
At least town's close enough to walk.]
Well, can't say we didn't try. [Lilith bends low, reaching a hand out to pull Jolyne back up to her feet.] C'mon, Jojo. Get your stuff and let's go. I'd rather not wait till it gets dark to find a place to crash.
[She clasps Lilith's hand quickly. It's always a little too quick, the way she reaches to touch when someone else reaches out, as though she's afraid that if she takes too long, the offer will be rescinded. It wouldn't be the first time. And Lilith's hand is warm and dry and strong, and the touch helps her stand more than the additional strength does, really.]
[Usually she hates it when people call her Jojo, but she puts up with it from Lilith because Lilith doesn't take either of them too seriously. It's a joke more than a nickname, or something.]
[She dusts her hands off on her pants, squinting up into the setting sun, then nods and swings her pack over her shoulder.]
I'm ready to go. You're not busted anywhere, are you?
[Worse than usual, anyway. They're always scratched up and dirty, because that's just life, and Lilith would be bitching already if there was a bone broken, but if there's a sprain or something, or burns . . . Better to know now than later.]
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The heat of the blast seems to linger on her skin, soaking deeper than the sun's relentless rays-- it's as if her muscles had braced for the creeping bite of those flames and just never lost their tension. She shifts where she stands, weight moving from one hip to the other, and she shakes her head, irritated.]
Shit.
[It's not Jolyne's fault. (She'd forgive her if it were. The way things tend to shake out, and the way the two of them operate, it's usually about 50-50 on blame, anyway.) But it'll be a cut into their stash of loot. They'll need to take jobs on, again... and that means more explosions, if they want a ride back sooner rather than later.
At least town's close enough to walk.]
Well, can't say we didn't try. [Lilith bends low, reaching a hand out to pull Jolyne back up to her feet.] C'mon, Jojo. Get your stuff and let's go. I'd rather not wait till it gets dark to find a place to crash.
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[Usually she hates it when people call her Jojo, but she puts up with it from Lilith because Lilith doesn't take either of them too seriously. It's a joke more than a nickname, or something.]
[She dusts her hands off on her pants, squinting up into the setting sun, then nods and swings her pack over her shoulder.]
I'm ready to go. You're not busted anywhere, are you?
[Worse than usual, anyway. They're always scratched up and dirty, because that's just life, and Lilith would be bitching already if there was a bone broken, but if there's a sprain or something, or burns . . . Better to know now than later.]