(a dive into her pockets for some extra wadded up gauze, extended out between digits.) holding up. i think you’d be proud of me, though. blasted a giant, indestructible mutant to smithereens.
well, i only learned from the best, didn’t i? (faint grin breaks into something wider, finding comfortability in the conversance. returning that bump against shoulder with only a bit more force.) you always were sensitive to the cold, weren’t you? ++
“ redfield, ” .. so formal to your 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳, mind. [all teasing, careful when shoulder moves, bumping against her own amiably.] and it’s just the colder weather. still not used to it, i guess.