Noctisardor Bypass congratulations. you have found a waste-bin

Chance. Chance was an odd thing, wasn't it? It was a fickle beast, more willing to bite than not. At some point one of these times when it seemed to be going her way, it needed to actually stick not suddenly yank things the other direction. Would that ever be the case? She would like to think so, but knew that a flip of a coin would always be a 50/50 shot. That's just how the world was. Mm. At least I don't have to go through the whole process of figuring out how useful you'd be. Unless something's changed? A tilt of her head. She could be nice and abstract too. It was kind of an invitation for him to say what he'd been up to, at least. She took a couple of steps back, inviting him across. They could chat as they walked into the territory.