[Mandy doesn't know what she's doing down here with the--rescue party, welcome wagon, whatever the bloody hell you call dragging people from the wreckage of the apocalypse. But she's here today, anyway, and if she still believed in crap like kismet or fate, she might blame that since hearing someone call themselves a 'lady' with the sort of voice and body that would make others laugh at the word while they're laid out bleeding...
Well, it takes her back to a place she's not certain she wants to be, but also wouldn't forget for all the damn worlds. She straightens more than she has in ages, glad she actually grabbed her bag and wore sensible shoes before coming down here and marches over with a twisted smile]
If I knew there would be a lady in need of a drink nearly as badly as I was when I got here, I'd have grabbed a bottle of Scotch on my way out. [she says, the barest hint of a London accent weaving in and out of a flat American one as she gets close As she does, the Siamese cat that functions as her daemon jumps down to the sand at her side]
Alchol does not help bleeding. [it states, matter of factly. For her part, Mandy just gives Gildad a slightly withering look before turning back to the person in front of her, leaning down and holding out a hand that still has a few big, cheap rings and bracelets on it]
If I give you a leg up, think you can lean on me without dragging us both down? Because, while it wouldn't be my first time tumbling to the ground with a gorgeous person, I'd rather worry about just getting one of us cleaned up.
beach
Well, it takes her back to a place she's not certain she wants to be, but also wouldn't forget for all the damn worlds. She straightens more than she has in ages, glad she actually grabbed her bag and wore sensible shoes before coming down here and marches over with a twisted smile]
If I knew there would be a lady in need of a drink nearly as badly as I was when I got here, I'd have grabbed a bottle of Scotch on my way out. [she says, the barest hint of a London accent weaving in and out of a flat American one as she gets close As she does, the Siamese cat that functions as her daemon jumps down to the sand at her side]
Alchol does not help bleeding. [it states, matter of factly. For her part, Mandy just gives Gildad a slightly withering look before turning back to the person in front of her, leaning down and holding out a hand that still has a few big, cheap rings and bracelets on it]
If I give you a leg up, think you can lean on me without dragging us both down? Because, while it wouldn't be my first time tumbling to the ground with a gorgeous person, I'd rather worry about just getting one of us cleaned up.