[ This is considerably less pleasant than the last time she got tossed into the lake. At least then the water was bearably cold. She wasn't going to attempt communication until her teeth stopped chattering. The warming tonic could only do so much given her state of dress upon returning to this place, and she was not thanking herself for that, for that matter, sitting across from Seifer, ears flat, looking for all the world like the cat that was left out on the porch in a winter storm.
She's curious about the gunblade, though, and couldn't rule out the hope that maybe he was from her world. Maybe she'd have some familiar-ish company for the long ride into town? Or at least the halfway point.
So, sitting there, slowly rubbing at her arms, it seems like as good a time as any to brave conversation. ]
Nice gunblade. Didn't expect to see something familiar on my way into town.
Caravan
She's curious about the gunblade, though, and couldn't rule out the hope that maybe he was from her world. Maybe she'd have some familiar-ish company for the long ride into town? Or at least the halfway point.
So, sitting there, slowly rubbing at her arms, it seems like as good a time as any to brave conversation. ]
Nice gunblade. Didn't expect to see something familiar on my way into town.