“lucky for you I do not think the doctor would be happy if I caused your demise” she twirled her knife in her hands then duly pocketed it with a grin
“I have several built in sheathes, this outfit is made for the practicality of war after all”
" lucky for me, i'm 𝘯𝘰𝘵 home with the sevateem, " she muses, but with a small sigh she relents. " i'm not saying don't bring them at all. just keep them out of sight. do you have . . . pockets .ᐣ "
“if we have no weapons, then how can we ambush them?”
her brow creases in concern, still holding onto her knife firmly
“you would not have lasted two seconds back home with the sevateem”
" i think we should maybe tuck the weapons away, " sarah prompts @0FTHESEVATEEM, concern etched into her features. " if we're going for subtle before the ambush, it's probably best not to start by stabbing someone. that >
she had scared off anyone else who tried to sit or check on her, not that many had tried in the first place, but barely flinches when romana sits next to her.
she gives the smallest of smiles and a small sigh. “are you not busy?”
and of course, she’s long since noticed her discomfort. but there’s not a lot to be done about it.
. . . aside from her quietly joining, of course. there is that.