Bad luck, that he shoulders the bag away from her. But that little glimpse makes her even more eager to get her hands on that bag. Who cares about clothes, who cares about his guns. That's not the shape that Johanna's greed takes. She wants to be the best, well-insulated and protected and the winner. Take advantages where you can get them.
The promise of a ship? Pretty good, even if she doesn't know how to fly it. Maybe she'll make him do it. That glint of silver? Interesting, and maybe motivation for him. It's that kind of stuff that keeps her vapid and smiling, keeps her at him. Greed born of both pride and survival.
Her eyes round, impressed and pleased, and she draws in a short sharp breath that makes her chest heave just a little, a clear movement under the tight material of her jumpsuit. Heaving bosoms; universal door-opener. Pathetic.
"A ship? Of your own? Oh, I hope it's here. That would be wonderful. I've never gotten to ride on anything like that. If you had your own ship, you must be a good pilot--good enough to go out on your own like that."
The shape of the axe strapped to her back is unmistakable, now that she's not pressed against the wall. Johanna doesn't pay it any mind, as if she doesn't know it's there. Instead, eager, she steps closer to him, clearly enthralled by the idea of such a rescue. A ship.
sorry I'm so late! feel free to drop or we can hash out an ending - or keep at it w/e
The promise of a ship? Pretty good, even if she doesn't know how to fly it. Maybe she'll make him do it. That glint of silver? Interesting, and maybe motivation for him. It's that kind of stuff that keeps her vapid and smiling, keeps her at him. Greed born of both pride and survival.
Her eyes round, impressed and pleased, and she draws in a short sharp breath that makes her chest heave just a little, a clear movement under the tight material of her jumpsuit. Heaving bosoms; universal door-opener. Pathetic.
"A ship? Of your own? Oh, I hope it's here. That would be wonderful. I've never gotten to ride on anything like that. If you had your own ship, you must be a good pilot--good enough to go out on your own like that."
The shape of the axe strapped to her back is unmistakable, now that she's not pressed against the wall. Johanna doesn't pay it any mind, as if she doesn't know it's there. Instead, eager, she steps closer to him, clearly enthralled by the idea of such a rescue. A ship.