Internally, Johanna rolls her eyes, and rolls them hard. You have got to be kidding. That's supposed to be a name? And this is coming from someone from Panem, where--by everyone else's standards--the naming conventions are a little less than normal--but come on.
By the way, he didn't miss that blank look on Star-Lord's face. Maybe this is going to be easier than she thought. So her eyeroll stays totally internal. Outwardly, she lets her eye round a little more, and her mouth drop open.
"Lord," she repeats, quietly, "but you don't own-- J-Juniper." The hiccup in her voice is one she tries to swallow, trying to calm down. Hastily, she presses her hands over her mouth. As good as she is, she has yet to work out how to go a little pink on command, but this is good enough. "I'm Juniper. You're a prisoner here, too?"
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Internally, Johanna rolls her eyes, and rolls them hard. You have got to be kidding. That's supposed to be a name? And this is coming from someone from Panem, where--by everyone else's standards--the naming conventions are a little less than normal--but come on.
By the way, he didn't miss that blank look on Star-Lord's face. Maybe this is going to be easier than she thought. So her eyeroll stays totally internal. Outwardly, she lets her eye round a little more, and her mouth drop open.
"Lord," she repeats, quietly, "but you don't own-- J-Juniper." The hiccup in her voice is one she tries to swallow, trying to calm down. Hastily, she presses her hands over her mouth. As good as she is, she has yet to work out how to go a little pink on command, but this is good enough. "I'm Juniper. You're a prisoner here, too?"