continued from ask @artiillery
Stella perhaps wasn’t the smartest when it came to dressing correctly for weather. She’d walked around in a blizzard, in Moscow, in shorts so a storm, no matter how bad, couldn’t her to change into a different outfit or even find an umbrella. She couldn’t feel the piercing cold of the rain and wind, so she didn’t feel any need to actually shelter herself from it.
She looked up as a shadow fell across her, the rain suddenly not hitting her. “...” A man with a... gun head? He reminded her a bit of some of the alien machines she’d fought in the past, but he wasn’t attacking her. He was trying to help her. “I... don’t know if I can get sick.” That was a human thing but she hadn’t gotten sick from the snow. “But thank you.”
