Redhawk Caldera frostpunk

Finally something she could actually use to lighten the mood.  He'd walked right into it, and even though the joke was on her, she loved twisting things too much to ever consider it her loss.  Lucky me, I never have to look at anyone's ugly mugs.  She crowed, flashing a toothy and, if a little wicked, genuine smile.  Just for an instant.

So yours is just one more to miss, I guess.  she could tell that it was a bit sincere, so she tried to brush up against him lightly with playful comraderie.  With wolves she was unfamiliar with, it was hard to tell where contact might meet, though.  I'm done.  For now.  he could keep whatever clouds he was carting around now, but sooner or later, he'd either let it go or she'd niggle at the truth.  Or he'd actually leave; whatever happened, hopefully he'd do what he wanted and not what he thought someone else was implying.  Living life like that had to be exhausting.