[ marta doesn't normally pout, so what she does right now is the closest thing to it. ]
You're especially grumpy today. Did you lose a game of cards last night?
[ she readjusts herself in her seat, firms up her hold on the reins, like sitting up straighter will somehow instantly make her a better rider. in her defense it's not as if she's trying to be obstinate here; it's all just an unfortunate combination of multiple frustrations putting her in a dour mood. the general unease of how heavily the mission depends on deception, the number of missing folks still unaccounted for despite the new group's arrival, her overall lack of absolutely anything useful to supply the team with, despite having had all this extra time. and the goddamn heat beating down on her like it's got absolutely no chill (pun intended) at all.
another sigh, and the reins get ignored for a second so she can shrug off her vest and shove it at him. her sleeves get rolled up, revealing a splattering of freckles matching the ones that'd blossomed over her nose and cheeks the very second the planet's twin suns hit her skin. she readjusts her ponytail, trying to pull as many errand strands of her out of her face as possible. ]
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You're especially grumpy today. Did you lose a game of cards last night?
[ she readjusts herself in her seat, firms up her hold on the reins, like sitting up straighter will somehow instantly make her a better rider. in her defense it's not as if she's trying to be obstinate here; it's all just an unfortunate combination of multiple frustrations putting her in a dour mood. the general unease of how heavily the mission depends on deception, the number of missing folks still unaccounted for despite the new group's arrival, her overall lack of absolutely anything useful to supply the team with, despite having had all this extra time. and the goddamn heat beating down on her like it's got absolutely no chill (pun intended) at all.
another sigh, and the reins get ignored for a second so she can shrug off her vest and shove it at him. her sleeves get rolled up, revealing a splattering of freckles matching the ones that'd blossomed over her nose and cheeks the very second the planet's twin suns hit her skin. she readjusts her ponytail, trying to pull as many errand strands of her out of her face as possible. ]
Okay. What do I do with the reins again?