（ she's been mingling. chatting up the occasional alien, generally having what amounts to a good time. most of it's some species of spycraft — she knows when to smile and when to ask innocent-sounding questions that are absolutely anything but.
she's given away the majority of her food — keeping only a small sample size so as not to offend the thessyx, and she's heading past him to claim a table when he speaks.
she allows herself to be beckoned in, and stands hipshot beside him, popping something that looks like a snail into her mouth without much hesitation or disgust.
(she's russian. she has absolutely eaten worse than this.) ）
Do you think a race of psychics who can visit us in our dreams would have to resort to that?
（ she says it with genuine curiosity — it's not meant to be a gotcha. nat's too careful for that by far. ）
a; repost bc i'm good at rp
she's given away the majority of her food — keeping only a small sample size so as not to offend the thessyx, and she's heading past him to claim a table when he speaks.
she allows herself to be beckoned in, and stands hipshot beside him, popping something that looks like a snail into her mouth without much hesitation or disgust.
(she's russian. she has absolutely eaten worse than this.) ）
Do you think a race of psychics who can visit us in our dreams would have to resort to that?
（ she says it with genuine curiosity — it's not meant to be a gotcha. nat's too careful for that by far. ）