[ of course, it’s hard not to notice—well—everything. especially the rifle case because (naturally) she knows enough to recognize what it is, even if she can only guess at the make and model of its contents. perhaps it’s just as well that the room’s occupant is nothing but a feline just now. because, heavens, what the devil has she actually stumbled upon?
her eyes travel over the more obvious of the obvious traps and, clearing her throat, she offers: ]
—Do you require any additional assistance, Mister Ocelot?
[ as if she’s half-thinking about excusing herself as quickly as possible. not for fear or apprehension but because she doesn’t quite know how to parse her own sharp-edged curiosity. it’s like a hunger all on its own and if she doesn’t conquer it she’ll be sprouting with all manner of questions.
peggy wholly ignores the implication that she might have liberated someone less-than-good to prowl. perhaps it’s true; perhaps it’s bravado. she can’t make that decision just yet and she can’t trust the stranger-cat’s self-reporting. ]
no subject
her eyes travel over the more obvious of the obvious traps and, clearing her throat, she offers: ]
—Do you require any additional assistance, Mister Ocelot?
[ as if she’s half-thinking about excusing herself as quickly as possible. not for fear or apprehension but because she doesn’t quite know how to parse her own sharp-edged curiosity. it’s like a hunger all on its own and if she doesn’t conquer it she’ll be sprouting with all manner of questions.
peggy wholly ignores the implication that she might have liberated someone less-than-good to prowl. perhaps it’s true; perhaps it’s bravado. she can’t make that decision just yet and she can’t trust the stranger-cat’s self-reporting. ]