i was waiting in the getaway car

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WHO: Evie Frye and semi-open.
WHAT: Evie builds herself a reputation by doing various things in the refugee and force camps whilst she gets a feel for the place.
WHEN: Mid to late Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Catch-all for ~various things~. This is mostly here to explain what she has been doing before she goes to harass various Seeker parties and officially joins the Inquisition, SO. Starters below for interested parties! If you'd like to do something, either PM me or use this plurk and I'll add one for you.

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When she does reach the top, she's not alone.

Evie's there, crouched down near the edge, her hands pressed against either side of her chin as she watches that last tiny bit of progress. She could assist with that final crawl, but she wouldn't want all that hard work to go to waste by her being surprised that the mysterious Jenny figure was grabbing her arm all of a sudden. Instead, she just smiles. Grins, really. Ever so slightly charmed. No expert, but had gone on ahead and done it anyway.

Okay so that's also somewhat idiotic because what if she had fallen, what kind of plan is that, but she'll let that one go for today.

"I wondered for a moment if you would indeed make it," she voices aloud, once she's quite certain that Kitty's made the spot beside her her new resting place. "But here you are. I'm impressed."

Genuinely. She'd spotted her easily enough and knew it was likely her challenged, as dwarves were not known for their wall scaling abilities nor want to do so. The young dwarva in question knew what she was supposed to do, certainly, but the climb was slow. Not agonising; Evie had seen worse. True, she'd made it here a good ten minutes before Kitty finished her ascent, circling her way round her and up her more favoured path, but still - it was good timing, all considered.

Evie untucks her hand from around her chin to retrieve a pouch from her waist. She sloshes it for effect as she places it down. Water.

[rathercommon]

Kitty is intermittently prideful. When she's facing down enemies, she stays upright and defiant to the last, staring them down and refusing to crumble. Right now, though, facing someone giving her the kindness water, and with her arms and legs shaking from mingled exhaustion and nerves, both fading away - she pushes herself up enough to slip around to be sitting on her rear rather than laying prone on the high tower, but doesn't stand. Hell, it's not like standing gives her that much of a height advantage anyways - so who cares?

She looks upwards as she tips the water into her mouth. The Jenny, it seems, is a girl not so much older than Kitty herself, by the looks of it. Human. Quite pretty, really, though not in a soft way. Kitty expects that she'd have liked her even if she'd met her face-to-face on the ground, without the foreknowledge that she's a political radical and rebel.

"I do hope you're the person I'm meeting," Kitty replies, scooting back to put her back against the edge of the tower. "Because I have been wondering all this time if this was just a very cruel practical joke." Another slosh of water. She swallows and wipes her mouth. "Of course, if it was, and you're not the person I'm meeting, then I hope you're at least a good conversationalist."