#|| hello!!!

"Damn, with that kind of confidence I can't imagine ya would ever be," she replied, the corners of her lips. Her eyes roamed over their uncanny form, bumps, and lumps where the trench coat probably should have been smoothed. They were unlike any other creature or being she'd ever come across and their tolerance of her presence she found herself entranced by them.

     A visible expression of relief crosses Craig’s face at the other’s willingness to help. He was always a bit apprehensive when it came to asking strangers for assistance, but he figured since they were both countries ( well... One moreso than the other, admittedly ) it might be alright. Besides, he probably knew this particular building better than he did.

   ✉ @ncmvds said: Nova stood awkwardly on the deck of the Mallow Helm, her family's ship, just behind the stranger. Whoever they were, they appeared to be acting rather furtive. She spoke slowly, making her presence known. ❝ What are you doing?❞ (( Hello! ))

A squeak of surprise was just about to be released, but Nami was able to hold it back, even though she knew it was useless since she'd already been detected by someone who probably resided on this ship. With a nervous laugh, she slowly turned around to acknowledge the woman who had spoken, an uneasy expression coming to her face. Damnit! There wasn't supposed to be anyone on this ship for at least another hour, which would've given her the perfect window of opportunity to do some snooping to get a feel for the ship's occupants. Unfortunately her intel had been wrong, and now she was going to have to deal with an entirely different situation. One she wasn't exactly fond of handling.

     The idea of synths had always made her a bit uncomfortable as she had very few positive interactions with them in the past. But since coming to the East coast her opinion on them had changed considerably, especially since hearing the rumors about Nick. So when she saw him in need she was quick to assist. 

     The flame flickered only momentarily before she cupped her hand and held it up to the end of his cigarette. She waited a moment before bringing it to her own, lighting it up. There was an audible click as the cap snapped shut on the zippo lighter before she returned it to her pocket. 

          “Dame?” She questioned, smiling as she took a slow drag. “Don’t think I’ve ever been called a Dame before. But you’re more than welcome. I hear you do good work.”

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              ‘you should be pleased then. at least she won’t hurt you now.’ the words are monotone – void of real reaction to hearing of a death. no – he is accustomed to it. there are bigger things on the man’s mind now; and his patience for the boy before him is running thin. it’s all he can do not to snap credence when he speaks. ‘what happened? tell me everything.’

              “ what doesn't kill me   doesn't kill me. ”

               “ so i'd reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it. ”