[Noa doesn't answer right away, and instead tilts her head back to look up, up, up at the staircase spiraling up into darkness. While Bryn just sort of melts comfortably onto the ground, Noa sits primly on a stair, knees together, hands folded over each other, flesh fingers idly running along the seam of a knuckle joint on its metal twin.]
We may have to spend the night here, too. [It sounds like a casual observation, the same way someone without any plans for the day might say "I think it might rain later." That's largely just how Noa talks, though, and maybe Bryn is used to that—Noa thinks she must be, if she still spends so much time around her. Usually, Noa is the one attaching herself beside anyone who might understand (and she doesn't speak of her crew but she misses them so much it aches sometimes, in a way unfamiliar to her; she is not used to having enough to miss), and so she recognizes that Bryn thinks they're alike. She doesn't know how she feels about that, but she's never had any problem telling someone she doesn't like to leave her be.]
Unless we go very quickly.
[Though, she likely isn't considering it seriously, given all those long pauses she takes to collect her breath. It's hard to tell with her.]
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We may have to spend the night here, too. [It sounds like a casual observation, the same way someone without any plans for the day might say "I think it might rain later." That's largely just how Noa talks, though, and maybe Bryn is used to that—Noa thinks she must be, if she still spends so much time around her. Usually, Noa is the one attaching herself beside anyone who might understand (and she doesn't speak of her crew but she misses them so much it aches sometimes, in a way unfamiliar to her; she is not used to having enough to miss), and so she recognizes that Bryn thinks they're alike. She doesn't know how she feels about that, but she's never had any problem telling someone she doesn't like to leave her be.]
Unless we go very quickly.
[Though, she likely isn't considering it seriously, given all those long pauses she takes to collect her breath. It's hard to tell with her.]