[Maketh gives him a nod. She doesn't shake hands. It's hitting her now that this isn't quite what she planned - Chris isn't an Imperial, not even a cadet, he doesn't think like them. This could go wrong.
But then again, she could just get really drunk and forget it ever happened. That's fairly universal, right?
She steps back, hands clasped behind her back, and moves to the table. She's got two bottles, one half empty, and an assortment of shot glasses. Whiskey like she promised. It's strong enough to make most people forget about talking.]
Are you...well?
[It seems like the thing to ask. Except, of course, that he might parrot it back to her. Maketh thins her mouth, rephrasing.] No trouble getting over here?
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Date: 2016-03-03 05:26 pm (UTC)But then again, she could just get really drunk and forget it ever happened. That's fairly universal, right?
She steps back, hands clasped behind her back, and moves to the table. She's got two bottles, one half empty, and an assortment of shot glasses. Whiskey like she promised. It's strong enough to make most people forget about talking.]
Are you...well?
[It seems like the thing to ask. Except, of course, that he might parrot it back to her. Maketh thins her mouth, rephrasing.] No trouble getting over here?