#c:pax1

[Skinny, skinny legs. Like, unreasonable. Toothpicks, more, actually. They make very little sense; from all her knowledge of human physiology, this person ought to be crumpled up on the ground. There’s no way such noodles can support a frame. She scans upward, gradually fixing Pax with a completely serious, if somewhat wobbly stare.] 

[She has plans to warn him about how ridiculous and inappropriately proportioned his skinny man-legs are, but she's distracted by a more pressing concern before she can.]

What th’hell happened... 

...to your wig. 

[That sounds accusatory---’cause it is.]

I. LIKED. IT.

[She may be... slightly... intoxicated. Because: party.]

[Of course, she has to be noticed. Her lips purse and she cocks her head in a teasing gesture.] What’s the matter? Never seen someone dance away from the hospital before, nerd? [She doesn’t know if he’s a nerd or not, but calls over the insult cheerily, based on his slight build and the clever, judgmental gleam in his eye.]