[ Adora's barely been sitting for five minutes, taking a (semi-ordered) break from digging holes and making a sweaty mess of herself. The sleeves of her turtleneck are rolled up, she's absent her jacket, and it all feels like she's right back in the Fright Zone, stuck on latrine duty because of some mistake Kyle made during their training exercises. It's unpleasant, thankless work, and she'd rather be fighting things, but if digging toilets gives her a chance to be useful in the interim, then she'll dig toilets.
She's too tired to offer much conversation beyond a smile and a wave when she initially finds a seat next to Ian, so once he holds out the joint, it takes her a moment to realize that it's her he's offering it to. But she snaps back into awareness, stilling her nervously bouncing leg and giving him an appreciative nod, albeit one accompanied by a confused eyebrow raise. ]
Oh. Thanks...?
[ It's not that she isn't grateful... it's that she has no idea what she's looking at. After a second of deliberation (she's not going to ask, what are you, crazy?), she decides the answer is probably 'food', and pops the entire joint in her mouth, face screwing up at the strange taste as she does her — unsuccessful — best to chew and swallow without showing any visible signs of disgust. Different cultures are a thing here; the last thing she wants is to disrespect a stranger's kindness. ]
sanitation
She's too tired to offer much conversation beyond a smile and a wave when she initially finds a seat next to Ian, so once he holds out the joint, it takes her a moment to realize that it's her he's offering it to. But she snaps back into awareness, stilling her nervously bouncing leg and giving him an appreciative nod, albeit one accompanied by a confused eyebrow raise. ]
Oh. Thanks...?
[ It's not that she isn't grateful... it's that she has no idea what she's looking at. After a second of deliberation (she's not going to ask, what are you, crazy?), she decides the answer is probably 'food', and pops the entire joint in her mouth, face screwing up at the strange taste as she does her — unsuccessful — best to chew and swallow without showing any visible signs of disgust. Different cultures are a thing here; the last thing she wants is to disrespect a stranger's kindness. ]