She'd figure it for more than kind of fatal, at the very least. Her eyes track up and down, but he seems whole. Hmm. Captain, eh? She wonders what his mettle's made of. Titanium, perhaps.
"Don't suppose he gave you a key after that?" she adds, a bit cheeky.
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"That sounds like a story," she grins.
She'd figure it for more than kind of fatal, at the very least. Her eyes track up and down, but he seems whole. Hmm. Captain, eh? She wonders what his mettle's made of. Titanium, perhaps.
"Don't suppose he gave you a key after that?" she adds, a bit cheeky.