[ He has a point. Pyrrha is well versed to physical danger and can generally compartmentalize a threat in one side of her mind and appreciation of the scenery in the other part. The stars are bright, not dampened by the city’s cheapened neon, the air warm and breeze soft. Pyrrha could close her eyes to appreciate these things and still be alive when she opened them, but not everyone here has that advantage. Her smile dissolves, becoming more calmly neutral. Her usual state is a tepid sort of politeness and she defaults to it now.
Jaune would know how to make conversation, she finds herself thinking blithely. ]
Well, I suppose, circumstances aside…
[ ‘Kidding,’ as he put it, isn’t one of her strong suits.
Reaching one of the abandoned check points proves a blessing. As soon as they’ve cleared it, Pyrrha gives a tiny twitch of her hand. With it, the metal gate behind them closes shut, softly and seemingly of its own volition. ]
no subject
Jaune would know how to make conversation, she finds herself thinking blithely. ]
Well, I suppose, circumstances aside…
[ ‘Kidding,’ as he put it, isn’t one of her strong suits.
Reaching one of the abandoned check points proves a blessing. As soon as they’ve cleared it, Pyrrha gives a tiny twitch of her hand. With it, the metal gate behind them closes shut, softly and seemingly of its own volition. ]