( She took one fucking selfie. One. She hates EMBER. Though it did lead to some good conversations, so, swings and roundabouts. But a brief moment's recognition flickers in her expression as she properly talks to her mark.
The guy with the essays. Right.
And his questioning of her dilemma gets a tip of the head, because surely it's obvious that cards can also be inserted? That's how it always worked back home, anyway. Though now she's wishing she actually checked a vending machine before making the excuse. Oh well. Nothing to be done for it. )
Yeah. This way.
( At least he cut himself off. Kate has no problem leading him down an alleyway — not where she came from, either, but maybe that can be explained with a long search for a helpful face? — towards a couple of rather towering vending machines. )
Didn't know gettin' a drink were this complicated.
( Lies come all too easily to some people, really. )
no subject
The guy with the essays. Right.
And his questioning of her dilemma gets a tip of the head, because surely it's obvious that cards can also be inserted? That's how it always worked back home, anyway. Though now she's wishing she actually checked a vending machine before making the excuse. Oh well. Nothing to be done for it. )
Yeah. This way.
( At least he cut himself off. Kate has no problem leading him down an alleyway — not where she came from, either, but maybe that can be explained with a long search for a helpful face? — towards a couple of rather towering vending machines. )
Didn't know gettin' a drink were this complicated.
( Lies come all too easily to some people, really. )