You just call my liquor immigrant-level, hermana? Better watch your mouth with that kinda white-bread talk. (she's amused though, not in the least bit offended — re-l comes from a very different world.) You're right about the aged wine, though. Maybe Carolina's not the grumpy old man on this mission...
(a glance over, though, meeting the gaze.
would she keep her mouth shut? it's a possibility, but sombra doesn't have anything more to do with this planet. she'll keep the sentiment in mind, however, for the future. maybe the girl will be useful, with the right grooming.)
Don't worry about that, just get your arm patched up before people ask ya where to buy the red uniform.
(if it's a waypoint back to the ship and they're a good distance from the base they just pillaged, sombra detaches herself from re-l's side and hefts the energy shield with a upward swing of her gun.)
You go, meet up with Cass. If anything comes your way, I'll take care of it, a'right? (a wink over her shoulder,) Don't drop the item we busted our asses for.
no subject
(a glance over, though, meeting the gaze.
would she keep her mouth shut? it's a possibility, but sombra doesn't have anything more to do with this planet. she'll keep the sentiment in mind, however, for the future. maybe the girl will be useful, with the right grooming.)
Don't worry about that, just get your arm patched up before people ask ya where to buy the red uniform.
(if it's a waypoint back to the ship and they're a good distance from the base they just pillaged, sombra detaches herself from re-l's side and hefts the energy shield with a upward swing of her gun.)
You go, meet up with Cass. If anything comes your way, I'll take care of it, a'right? (a wink over her shoulder,) Don't drop the item we busted our asses for.