[Above her mask, she squints appraisingly at this guy. Since she stands at about three feet tall, he's at her level now. Looks like a human. This is pretty dangerous territory -- she doesn't do well with humans especially. They tend to not like goblins, or tieflings, or half-orcs, or really anyone that she tends to travel with, but especially not goblins.
For good reason, you know, but still. That spells trouble for her. And being so close, it's only a matter of time before he realizes the porcelain half of her face is hiding green skin.
At the same time, though, he is really speaking her language with this whiskey-straight-from-the-bottle deal. She'd consider trying to get some if she didn't definitely have an infinite amount in her flask already. Speaking of, she takes out her flask and takes a quick drink to calm her nerves.]
I... suppose. Hang on, don't just give up! I can pick the lock!
[She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a couple thin metal tools, and hovers over him, getting up in his face as she reaches for the door to look for a lock. So much for not staying near...]
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For good reason, you know, but still. That spells trouble for her. And being so close, it's only a matter of time before he realizes the porcelain half of her face is hiding green skin.
At the same time, though, he is really speaking her language with this whiskey-straight-from-the-bottle deal. She'd consider trying to get some if she didn't definitely have an infinite amount in her flask already. Speaking of, she takes out her flask and takes a quick drink to calm her nerves.]
I... suppose. Hang on, don't just give up! I can pick the lock!
[She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a couple thin metal tools, and hovers over him, getting up in his face as she reaches for the door to look for a lock. So much for not staying near...]