[ Jill knows the barest basics of how his augments work, so part of her is holding back asking if he'll rust like the Tin Man if he's soaked for too long right about now. That's Quint's fault for talking a mile a minute and exhausting her on the subject before she even got a word in.
Though she's left him alone for the trip due to her own antisocial behavior, she figures he was just as welcome to have come bug her the entire way. For her, it's staring at maps and mission objectives. Though she'd managed to go through her mental checklists for her weapons a hundred times and took her trusty handgun apart more than once and reloaded it, when it comes down to the wire all she needs is her knife and if that's taken from her, then she'll make due with her surroundings. Over the past few years she's dramatically changed herself; the sparse three spent taking down hundreds of facilities had been enough to kick start it all. Staying still too long seemed to mean bad things and settling in was still associated with STARS and all the loss that accompanied that ill-fated city.
More importantly, it would be apt to say he maybe possibly sort of (kind of) makes her uncomfortable. In many ways he was the sort of person that bio-organic weaponry was used to create. It's a stretch, but she was built up with viruses the way he was with robotics (which she suspects she'd be laughed at for comparing augs to).
She gets to stretching while ignoring his tone, her joints stiff from the trip. Waist and hips, mostly legs; crouching and extending with an exaggerated sound as she stands and holds her hands to her hips. ]
Nah, if it's a social call with me you're going to be wearing something like this. [ Just without the heavier gear. Weapons optional, but she rarely is without them. ] Bit of a drop, hope you're ready for some climbing.
[ She's still foggy and not sharp enough to tease about his voice, but it's better than a partner who doesn't know how to keep his voice low. She's tired of coaching the rookies.
Starting toward the edge, she talks as she moves, though a flip might be easier to maneuver out of this, it'll do her some good to move more normally. It's a quick drop, no psyching herself up before legs are over the edge and she's pushing her hand off, boots tight against the walls of the rocky crevice so the speed is bearable. There's not much of a path that can be seen onward, but the trees will do well for cover. ]
Look, if we're going to be partners you could at least try to sugarcoat it some. Wouldn't feel quite right putting my ass on the line for someone my chief description of would be gruff at this moment.
[ Her tone suggests she means the first part, at least. Though maybe not finding his curtness disagreeable, it cuts the silence and discomfort while she walks as far as she can. The drop is still too far to manage directly, at least not without busting either herself or her gear. ]
i would've went with maniac cop
Though she's left him alone for the trip due to her own antisocial behavior, she figures he was just as welcome to have come bug her the entire way. For her, it's staring at maps and mission objectives. Though she'd managed to go through her mental checklists for her weapons a hundred times and took her trusty handgun apart more than once and reloaded it, when it comes down to the wire all she needs is her knife and if that's taken from her, then she'll make due with her surroundings. Over the past few years she's dramatically changed herself; the sparse three spent taking down hundreds of facilities had been enough to kick start it all. Staying still too long seemed to mean bad things and settling in was still associated with STARS and all the loss that accompanied that ill-fated city.
More importantly, it would be apt to say he maybe possibly sort of (kind of) makes her uncomfortable. In many ways he was the sort of person that bio-organic weaponry was used to create. It's a stretch, but she was built up with viruses the way he was with robotics (which she suspects she'd be laughed at for comparing augs to).
She gets to stretching while ignoring his tone, her joints stiff from the trip. Waist and hips, mostly legs; crouching and extending with an exaggerated sound as she stands and holds her hands to her hips. ]
Nah, if it's a social call with me you're going to be wearing something like this. [ Just without the heavier gear. Weapons optional, but she rarely is without them. ] Bit of a drop, hope you're ready for some climbing.
[ She's still foggy and not sharp enough to tease about his voice, but it's better than a partner who doesn't know how to keep his voice low. She's tired of coaching the rookies.
Starting toward the edge, she talks as she moves, though a flip might be easier to maneuver out of this, it'll do her some good to move more normally. It's a quick drop, no psyching herself up before legs are over the edge and she's pushing her hand off, boots tight against the walls of the rocky crevice so the speed is bearable. There's not much of a path that can be seen onward, but the trees will do well for cover. ]
Look, if we're going to be partners you could at least try to sugarcoat it some. Wouldn't feel quite right putting my ass on the line for someone my chief description of would be gruff at this moment.
[ Her tone suggests she means the first part, at least. Though maybe not finding his curtness disagreeable, it cuts the silence and discomfort while she walks as far as she can. The drop is still too far to manage directly, at least not without busting either herself or her gear. ]