[notDEADyet]

“Wow,” he didn’t look like much. Though, she brushed her hands over the front of her jacket, she didn’t really dress for war either. “Just, uh, right to the point, huh? Small talk not a thing for you guys? No, how’s life? Do you like the weather here in France, or whatever?” Not that she’d really been expecting small talk. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, content with viewing the back of his head for now, “I’m torn between blowing up the moon or resurrecting the Dodo.”