Moonspear We're not gonna fall

"He's a rude prat," Heldi snorted. Honestly, it may have well been that Heldi didn't exist. She had offered to go scouting with him on a trip from Charon, given that he wanted to get out more and that she had a Scout trade. Judas seemed to think he could handle it alone, ignoring her in favor of speaking directly to Charon before leaving. 

"Yes, Harley told me. He didn't like her calling herself anything else," Heldi nodded, recalling the slightly jilted conversation that hadn't amounted to much. 

"Dash? Is this place...good?" She turned to look at him, brows furrowed for even she was a bit confused about what she was asking. "They told me some stuff that doesn't sound very nice."