[Proximity's gotten D-2 used to Stripes by now; she even reaches out to pet him a little, because she has fingers (kind of) and she can.
When she looks back at him, York strides forward a bit to walk at her side rather than behind, hands in his pockets. The weather's getting cooler, and it's pleasant. He's almost getting used to the fresh air, the lack of noise.]
Well, what can I say? Living in an old school arcade game's a damn sight better than the last few years on the run. And the company's good.
[He looks at her, then at Delta Two, then back at the inn, where North's probably getting ready for work, too.]
Action;
When she looks back at him, York strides forward a bit to walk at her side rather than behind, hands in his pockets. The weather's getting cooler, and it's pleasant. He's almost getting used to the fresh air, the lack of noise.]
Well, what can I say? Living in an old school arcade game's a damn sight better than the last few years on the run. And the company's good.
[He looks at her, then at Delta Two, then back at the inn, where North's probably getting ready for work, too.]