( the forest is really what holds her attention, even when she's not on the plane. living at camp means a lot of woods all the time, it's only natural that while on the plane she would look for a sense of familiarity. raising her head from looking over some plant life, she peers around a tree trunk and notes the boy muttering to himself. too far from him to catch what he says, she rises to her feet and approaches him; noting the weapon with some caution )
… Hey! ( she decides to speak up after a moment, stuffing her palms into her back pockets as she walks ) What's up?
( well, it would be awkward to just shout out “gods, don't do it!” )
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… Hey! ( she decides to speak up after a moment, stuffing her palms into her back pockets as she walks ) What's up?
( well, it would be awkward to just shout out “gods, don't do it!” )