♡ ✖ ☢ ✖ ♡→ ░ ▐
She stares up at the other Killjoy, taking him in for
a minute. Tall. Good jaw. Nice eyes, though a bit cold.
She can’t tell if he’s trying to intimidate her, but he’s
doing a damn good job of it if he is.
( it’s not hard to intimidate Crash Course. Coming in at a
whopping 5 foot 4 inches with a bad knee and a case of
classic malnourishment, her best bet of surviving any fights
she got in to was the gun at her hip )
“Yeah, well, everyone’s full of surprises,” she says after a
minute. And besides, weren’t they all technically criminals
out here?
“I’m sure you could find something nice to say if you tried.”
&╳╳–––––—- No expression shows on his face, no smirk, or grin or twitch of eyebrows;; he's just standing there, arms crossed over the surprisingly not that dirty t-shirt, looking down at the girl ––––-– Val doesn't remember seeing her around ( and he isn't that big of a fan of the radio ) but he's got an idea of who she is.