STARS / SCREAMING.

Call’s own brows narrow as to oppose Ripley’s quirked ones. “What are you-“ Begins the small auton, her speech then interrupted by not just a hand resting on her wrist- but the point of 8’s slender finger. It’s next to nothing but Call has been around 8 enough to know she’s either mostly relaxed. Or not. And this is one of those strange in between moments that means something important must of come up. “What…? Them?” She mutters to the clone before directing her large doe eyes to the figure. It is strange. How different he is from everyone else. The atmosphere surrounding the bar not matching up to him in particular. And as soon as he’s out the door, so are they. Call not even having time to process the fact that having her arm felt up by Ripley does something to her. Even if it’s unintentional. Then again… Knowing 8… Is anything unintentional? “W-Wait just a minute- my legs aren’t long like yours.” Huffing, the smaller woman follows after 8 like the tough duckling she is.