"By all means, but it's something better.... shown than said to save both our times."
She flicks her hand - dismissively short and with that infinite ability to simply own whatever space she is in, she turns her back on him. To let him do whatever he needed to, to get dressed, and let him have some modicum of privacy to the second.
Takes the seat at least, placing one foot flat to the ground, the other lifting to hook over the opposite knee, balancing there. Lets her hands rest on it, tapping an offbeat rhythm to her waiting - taking the uninvited moment to simply look over the room, the small cabin that made up the space of the infamous Captain Flint. Over whatever was left out, whatever language she could understand on the spines of books left exposed. Delicate as vertebrae.
Holds on a breath of something feel so... passably familiar. Yet not at all.
no subject
She flicks her hand - dismissively short and with that infinite ability to simply own whatever space she is in, she turns her back on him. To let him do whatever he needed to, to get dressed, and let him have some modicum of privacy to the second.
Takes the seat at least, placing one foot flat to the ground, the other lifting to hook over the opposite knee, balancing there. Lets her hands rest on it, tapping an offbeat rhythm to her waiting - taking the uninvited moment to simply look over the room, the small cabin that made up the space of the infamous Captain Flint. Over whatever was left out, whatever language she could understand on the spines of books left exposed. Delicate as vertebrae.
Holds on a breath of something feel so... passably familiar. Yet not at all.