[ If you know to reach him, you probably know he doesn't suffer small talk for long. Be to the point and maybe he'll deign to respond assuming he can work the damn thing. ]
[ Yeah, that'd be a distraction for anyone. He'll simply have to accept that it's what it is, for now. regardless, she's not getting back to the city any faster and there's only so many questions he can ask before she'll inevitably get crabby at him... ]
did your animas survive?
[ Her answers, he thinks, tells him enough, but it doesn't hurt to be sure. ]
[ Mostly. The rest just gets weirder and Daud is right, she's running out of steam to keep answering questions, especially now that they've hit one she isn't going to be very good at answering. ]
[ Yeah, he really wants to poke and prod at that 'mostly,' but he'll refrain and give Billie a reprieve. However, it'd be lying to say there isn't a little bit of relief hearing the confirmation.
Still, that seems as good a cue to move on already. ]
good. then i'll see you when you get back here. find a place to settle for the night -- no telling how the rest of the city will take what's happened.
[ And by the time Billie steps off the airship at the City, Daud is already there to greet her, worrying a cigar between his fingers before sizing her up. Apparently satisfied by what he sees, he grunts and gives her a slight nod. ]
[ Of all the things that are going to earn Daud a suspicious look, coming out to meet her rather than waiting for a report back at the smithy is one of them. This isn't normally how it works, even if, logically, she knows very little is even remotely normal anymore.
She peels off from the rest of the disembarking morning crowd to join him where he waits and her reply is what is likely a very expected, ]
Does it matter?
[ Which means no or, at best, yes but only before she got on an airship for like six hours ago. Even so, she's at least still in one piece, the only remnants of the pit being the spots of sandy mud still clinging to places on her boots and hem of her coat. ]
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Giant crabs were trying to eat me at the time so I didn't really stop and check.
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did your animas survive?
[ Her answers, he thinks, tells him enough, but it doesn't hurt to be sure. ]
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[ Mostly. The rest just gets weirder and Daud is right, she's running out of steam to keep answering questions, especially now that they've hit one she isn't going to be very good at answering. ]
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Still, that seems as good a cue to move on already. ]
good. then i'll see you when you get back here. find a place to settle for the night -- no telling how the rest of the city will take what's happened.
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Eaten anything yet?
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She peels off from the rest of the disembarking morning crowd to join him where he waits and her reply is what is likely a very expected, ]
Does it matter?
[ Which means no or, at best, yes but only before she got on an airship for like six hours ago. Even so, she's at least still in one piece, the only remnants of the pit being the spots of sandy mud still clinging to places on her boots and hem of her coat. ]