[Ginia nods slowly, appraising his words and seeing the truth behind it. Could disarm a weapon and disarm a person in a few seconds. Heavy enough head, good weight behind it. Get a nice spin and sink it in deep. Throwing a melee weapon always felt gimmicky to Ginia, but if it works and you're the one walking away, what does it matter?
There's a thin smile, the light of understanding in her eyes. She would never consider Ephemera only a bruiser. He's got the look of one, the strength and size to back it up, but he prefers distance and prioritizes armor. Smart, knows his way around a good range of weapons. Definitely a survivor. She'll have to hate him if he turns out to be a sniper. In the competitively friendly way, of course.
Nah. Not a sniper. Not now at least, not with one good eye. Could have gear to assist him, but too risky without it. She's more sure he's fully blind on that side now after watching him move and observing how he's keeping her in view.
Ginia nods again at his statement, expression falling serious. A man with goals and things to do, understandable. It does raise the question of what he's willing to sacrifice to ensure he survives. That could make an alliance dangerous.
So those are his terms, his stakes. Time for hers. She could lie, make up goals, make up terms, but some things are harder to keep up as a sustained lie. The way someone fights, the way acts, she's not Anna or Fiona, she has too many tells seeped into her broken body.
Ginia sizes him up, meets his one eye unflinching. She smiles in the way the dying do when they're cornered and have one last trick up their sleeve.]
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There's a thin smile, the light of understanding in her eyes. She would never consider Ephemera only a bruiser. He's got the look of one, the strength and size to back it up, but he prefers distance and prioritizes armor. Smart, knows his way around a good range of weapons. Definitely a survivor. She'll have to hate him if he turns out to be a sniper. In the competitively friendly way, of course.
Nah. Not a sniper. Not now at least, not with one good eye. Could have gear to assist him, but too risky without it. She's more sure he's fully blind on that side now after watching him move and observing how he's keeping her in view.
Ginia nods again at his statement, expression falling serious. A man with goals and things to do, understandable. It does raise the question of what he's willing to sacrifice to ensure he survives. That could make an alliance dangerous.
So those are his terms, his stakes. Time for hers. She could lie, make up goals, make up terms, but some things are harder to keep up as a sustained lie. The way someone fights, the way acts, she's not Anna or Fiona, she has too many tells seeped into her broken body.
Ginia sizes him up, meets his one eye unflinching. She smiles in the way the dying do when they're cornered and have one last trick up their sleeve.]
I've got nothing waiting for me in my world.