[She drains what's left in her cup too - hey, it's nice wine - and adopts the same 'I want this to be over quickly but I don't want to slip up and end face-down in the mud' pace back towards the entrance.
Hey. Any chance of an umbrella, Witchblade?]
No.
[Well, fuck you too, buddy. She actually quite likes this sort of weather, thunder and lightning and all, but generally she prefers watching it from cover than being...in it. Still, it's exhilarating in a safe way she doesn't encounter much these days, and by the time they're out the door she's sort of laughing at how random and goddamn typical that was.]
Oh my God. [She's pushing her hair back and it's soaked through.] So much for getting out of here for a while.
Spam
Hey. Any chance of an umbrella, Witchblade?]
No.
[Well, fuck you too, buddy. She actually quite likes this sort of weather, thunder and lightning and all, but generally she prefers watching it from cover than being...in it. Still, it's exhilarating in a safe way she doesn't encounter much these days, and by the time they're out the door she's sort of laughing at how random and goddamn typical that was.]
Oh my God. [She's pushing her hair back and it's soaked through.] So much for getting out of here for a while.