[Inara Serra. it's...kind of bouncy? musical. Knife will probably remember it, if they hear it a few more times.
nerve wracking? that's a way to put it. fucked up is the way Knife would put it. Pending would put it...] It's...not great. I had stuff to do.
Hang on.
[they unwind a scarf from a mannequin within reach, balls it up, turning. they chuck it outside the shadow of the tented covering of the shop and watch it for a second.
beat.]
...Just checking. [they look back at Inara.] For traps. Since...everything is in the open. Just feels weird.
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nerve wracking? that's a way to put it. fucked up is the way Knife would put it. Pending would put it...] It's...not great. I had stuff to do.
Hang on.
[they unwind a scarf from a mannequin within reach, balls it up, turning. they chuck it outside the shadow of the tented covering of the shop and watch it for a second.
beat.]
...Just checking. [they look back at Inara.] For traps. Since...everything is in the open. Just feels weird.