[ He might have an inkling that she hasn't been all too forthcoming with her whole story, considering the vast array of scars that can't all possibly be the outcome of a crashed ship. And if he won't press it, she's not the type to talk about it all on her own.
She glances over at him, watching his profile a moment before glancing down to pick one of the pieces of meat from the skewer and munch on it. ]
no subject
She glances over at him, watching his profile a moment before glancing down to pick one of the pieces of meat from the skewer and munch on it. ]
See? You are capable of having fun.
[ She nudges him playfully with a shoulder. ]