[ Distress, even brushed away with the presence of a brave face and words to match that courage, indicates to Aranea that there’s some type of a problem going on with the girl. If the issue’s a lack of food, then she’ll have to do her best to resolve it. Before, she would have just walked away before getting what she wanted, but Aranea’s also well aware that whenever there’s a shitstorm, there’s always a good chance that it’s about to get worse.
Tapping a finger against the pointed slant of her chin, Aranea then holds the pointer up to Ann and Carmen, a gesture to wait for a moment. ]
A sec. [ She suddenly storms away from Ann, with the appearance of casually conversing with some of the injured waiting for their turn. Persuasion isn’t the name of her game, but neither is brute force intimidation. Rather, it is by the sheer force of her aura, an unspoken threat she may come after their throats, that Aranea soon arrives with a couple of regular-sized candy bars, labeled with an alien alphabet that they can somehow still understand. Though identifying the foreign cuisine is another matter entirely. ]
Take these. One’s for you, the other’s for your girlfriend. It’s no piece of cake, but.. [ Her eyes jab at the unsightly state of their environment. ] Pickers can’t be choosers.
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Tapping a finger against the pointed slant of her chin, Aranea then holds the pointer up to Ann and Carmen, a gesture to wait for a moment. ]
A sec. [ She suddenly storms away from Ann, with the appearance of casually conversing with some of the injured waiting for their turn. Persuasion isn’t the name of her game, but neither is brute force intimidation. Rather, it is by the sheer force of her aura, an unspoken threat she may come after their throats, that Aranea soon arrives with a couple of regular-sized candy bars, labeled with an alien alphabet that they can somehow still understand. Though identifying the foreign cuisine is another matter entirely. ]
Take these. One’s for you, the other’s for your girlfriend. It’s no piece of cake, but.. [ Her eyes jab at the unsightly state of their environment. ] Pickers can’t be choosers.