[ Kate thinks she should be numb to it all by now; and maybe she should be. It all came with the territory of "superheroics" as she liked to label it, the constant sway of shifting scenarios, unexpected and the like, with an instinctive preparation for whatever came next. Even as friends became more ill and circumstances required migration, she knew that her only real choice in the matter was keeping her head up and contributing however she could to help things flow easier.
Poe isn't much different, at least in how she's measured him up to be thus far. He may not carry the term superhero in his world, but she feels like he'd fit right in with her approaches — fighting to do the right thing, protecting those who needed it most.
Kate was a little homesick for her old friends, but there's familiarity with someone who had a good heart. Sitting by the fireside, liquor keeping her warm in her belly, there's a sense of ease in his presence even in the midst of a lingering crisis.
When he speaks, she puts on an easy smile, her cheeks already slightly flushed from the drink, as she lays on her side in the grass, palm tucked beneath her cheek to keep her head up. ] Tell me more about it. [ She's willing to listen, especially as Kate has the tendency to ramble on about her own history, having said this and that about Earth — the strangely addictive claustrophobia of New York, the endless summer breezes of California beaches. She takes pride in her own home, but having had her own ventures into space, she's not unappreciative of unknown worlds away from her own. ]
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Poe isn't much different, at least in how she's measured him up to be thus far. He may not carry the term superhero in his world, but she feels like he'd fit right in with her approaches — fighting to do the right thing, protecting those who needed it most.
Kate was a little homesick for her old friends, but there's familiarity with someone who had a good heart. Sitting by the fireside, liquor keeping her warm in her belly, there's a sense of ease in his presence even in the midst of a lingering crisis.
When he speaks, she puts on an easy smile, her cheeks already slightly flushed from the drink, as she lays on her side in the grass, palm tucked beneath her cheek to keep her head up. ] Tell me more about it. [ She's willing to listen, especially as Kate has the tendency to ramble on about her own history, having said this and that about Earth — the strangely addictive claustrophobia of New York, the endless summer breezes of California beaches. She takes pride in her own home, but having had her own ventures into space, she's not unappreciative of unknown worlds away from her own. ]