[It's probably better that they have differing personalities. Otherwise, they'd likely be chilling in the memory together until the mini Storm-not-Storm ended.
And wouldn't that be miserable?
She throws open one of the doors, still frowning at the blockage and second-guessing herself.]
You don't have a weapon or something, do you? Or something I can wrap my hands in?
[Suddenly bloody knuckles sound like a REALLY BAD IDEA. She's not in enough layers that she can shirk something and she's not about to rip her clothes for this. She doesn't make enough money for that.]
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And wouldn't that be miserable?
She throws open one of the doors, still frowning at the blockage and second-guessing herself.]
You don't have a weapon or something, do you? Or something I can wrap my hands in?
[Suddenly bloody knuckles sound like a REALLY BAD IDEA. She's not in enough layers that she can shirk something and she's not about to rip her clothes for this. She doesn't make enough money for that.]