[ Oh, he does remember this conversation. He'd looked her over from head to toe and asked if her hips were slim enough to go through a vent. The return gaze she'd given him had been...not angry, but potentially murderous. Then she'd told him she absolutely wasn't going through a vent.
He just figured—stupidly, in hindsight—that she could do it. She was the Wraith, after all.
As she continues, he frowns, not liking that she'd gone to such measures. But that's who they were, right? Survivors, doing whatever it took. He wishes he'd been able to get to her sooner. All the machinations had eaten up so much time. Then again, there hadn't been another good way to go about it. He'd had to force Van Eck to a trade. ]
You usually are. [ Especially if it comes to things like this. She knows her own body and its limits. Frankly, she's probably more attuned to it than he is to his broken leg.
That aside: ]
DeKappel is one of the greatest Kerch painters. [ Is the painting still ugly? A little bit. ]
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Date: 2021-02-02 01:06 am (UTC)He just figured—stupidly, in hindsight—that she could do it. She was the Wraith, after all.
As she continues, he frowns, not liking that she'd gone to such measures. But that's who they were, right? Survivors, doing whatever it took. He wishes he'd been able to get to her sooner. All the machinations had eaten up so much time. Then again, there hadn't been another good way to go about it. He'd had to force Van Eck to a trade. ]
You usually are. [ Especially if it comes to things like this. She knows her own body and its limits. Frankly, she's probably more attuned to it than he is to his broken leg.
That aside: ]
DeKappel is one of the greatest Kerch painters. [ Is the painting still ugly? A little bit. ]