[ Carver tilts his head, watching her close, this stranger he's found himself in proximity with. This is what people do here, apparently. They play games and they collide and, apparently, they don't kill each other. It's a new world, he thinks. And worlds are at stake.
So they say, at any rate.
He clicks his teeth. His own mug of tea sits where he left it, untouched. Utterly for show. ]
You're gonna get frostbite walking around like that.
[ At least his own uniform covers him up, all black everything even if it's tattered around the edges. He's showered and shaved since he woke up here, but not much else. If it weren't so goddamn cold, he'd probably stink something fierce. ]
Spill the tea
So they say, at any rate.
He clicks his teeth. His own mug of tea sits where he left it, untouched. Utterly for show. ]
You're gonna get frostbite walking around like that.
[ At least his own uniform covers him up, all black everything even if it's tattered around the edges. He's showered and shaved since he woke up here, but not much else. If it weren't so goddamn cold, he'd probably stink something fierce. ]