Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

umm, she murmured as she considered the best way to answer caracal's various questions. i mean, i made one angry. it was an expression she must have learned at some point in her childhood, and vesper thought he might be a little dumb for not knowing it, though she didn't say that aloud. that he had never seen one before made more sense— they were prey, and were smarter than to nest somewhere with a heavy pack presence. she frowned as she realized the only reason she had learned of them was because of her fairly nomadic childhood. they look like big, dark badgers. or really small bears.

when he confirmed he would be using his tongue— of course he would, vesper!— she briefly turned her head away. only her immediate family had ever done that, and she didn't really like the idea of someone she didn't know touching her like that. it felt too familiar, like unwanted affection from a stranger. but she knew there was no other way to lean it, as her own tongue had clearly not been enough... so after a few moments of consideration, vesper moved her heads toward him and tilted her nose up.

but she very pointedly looked away, refusing to make eye contact as caracal worked.