brightspot: (just like the white winged dove)
five ([personal profile] brightspot) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival 2017-11-04 07:09 am (UTC)

[/sticks leggy out????]

Five puts one foot forward for him to look but, indeed, she's in heels right now. At least for the moment. She's already taken them off several times within the past several hours and had to put them back on, it's a wonder she hasn't lost them. She's much more used to her boots. At least it makes it easy to see that she does, in fact, have normal human feet, though.

"Thanks. That would be good..." She's clearly still feeling a little lost and confused, even if she's determined to help in some way. She's still not sure what way, where she belongs here. She's tamping down rather hard on the urge to just go wandering, to find... some place small and quiet to huddle into.

"I guess there's not really many air vents around here, huh?" She asks jokingly, a small flicker of a smile passing her lips that's born not really out of amusement but more as an attempt at reassurance, to herself and to him, that she's okay and she's ready to do whatever is needed of her. She recalls the names he mentioned, who she should see and talk to about helping, and tightens her grip on her radio.

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