[Ronan throws the girl by his side a look, his smile shark-like. She looks - a mess, is all he can think, like a feral child that's lived in the jungle all her life. She looks dangerous, is what comes up to his mind. Like, if she was given a little pink - illegal - switchblade, she'd make extensive use of it.
There's a part of Ronan that immediately, instinctively, likes her. It's a strange feeling, one Ronan isn't used to having.]
Well, nice to see you found civilization again, Marina Chapman.
[It's not the place to actually ask her where she's coming from, to be looking like that. And there's also the fact that Ronan doesn't really care. It doesn't matter, it has no impact on where they are now.
The image they must make, right now, the feral girl with her crazy hair and blood-soaked clothes, next to him, in his Aglionby sweater and shiny shoes. Yet both of them sharp, angry, simmering under the surface.]
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There's a part of Ronan that immediately, instinctively, likes her. It's a strange feeling, one Ronan isn't used to having.]
Well, nice to see you found civilization again, Marina Chapman.
[It's not the place to actually ask her where she's coming from, to be looking like that. And there's also the fact that Ronan doesn't really care. It doesn't matter, it has no impact on where they are now.
The image they must make, right now, the feral girl with her crazy hair and blood-soaked clothes, next to him, in his Aglionby sweater and shiny shoes. Yet both of them sharp, angry, simmering under the surface.]
Let's hope they let you shower.