[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Not a fan of drugs, Miss Healer? He chuckled quietly, as she slowed, nudging his arm. Mmm, might take a puff or two. He assented, not recognizing it for more than just being nice. She was new, looking for friends.

He raised his eyebrows as she offered her place as a hideaway, and flushed lightly. Well, if you're sure. He murmured, watching her silently. She was nervous, but her laughter was cute, and he found that he wouldn't mind hearing that laugh for longer.

But then she was asking about his target, and he laughed, shaking his head. You got a lot to learn, Miss Healer. He chuckled softly, moving to throw the hatch open. He'd wait for her to climb up first, staying at the bottom of the ladder until she was clear of it. Then he'd follow, closing the hatch back down.

So... my arm, he murmured, self-conscious of how bare the area looked. Unlived in, which was on purpose, he wasn't here often. It was just a place to pass through as he needed, for now.

@Megara Fern