Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

There it was, the eye roll worthy moment that she couldn't take advantage of.  She wanted honorifics, not work.  But she didn't not want work either, and Bronco she could screw up on and not be absolutely fucked.  Okay, that sounded bad but... the pressure was lower, alright?

Get too many concussions and your brain really will be mash, she replied with a smirk, and pawing back as he reached out to touch her chest.  She couldn't see the mirrored gesture, so didn't get the full point of the symbolism, but she could figure it out fair enough from his words.

Tomorrow was quick.  Fennec hesitated a beat.  She wasn't scared to meet her or anything, but she hadn't even figured this place out yet.  Didn't Kukutux still live on the mountain?

Yeah, sure.  She answered after a moment, shrugging.  She could handle it, and besides, if he was coming with it'd be easy peasy.  Just don't trip over yourself on the way up, because I'm gonna need you to show me how to get back down.  She bent down into a play bow, grin a little challenging.  Her wounds from her bout with Niamh had for the most part healed, save for a little scabbing.  She was totally down for a quick friendly tussle with Bronco if he was up for it.  That was twice she'd flung a light rib his way, she should probably offer hmm the chance to kick her ass for it.

Not that he would, course.