Brave hadn't noticed T'caska glaring angrily at the box when she stopped to fix her sandal, but she certainly did notice her after she mightily (for a cat) booted the poor little box mere seconds after she had taken her foot off it. "Twelve, woman!" she cries. "It's just a box."
She looks around, finding a crowd assembled around the box: a sour-looking Hyur, an excitable Miqo'te, an upset Elezen and her fairy, and herself. The hells? she thinks, entirely unsure what the deal with this box was. And yet here she was, staring at it. She watches Franz pick it up.
"It's just a box," she repeats, although she herself wonders.
She looks around, finding a crowd assembled around the box: a sour-looking Hyur, an excitable Miqo'te, an upset Elezen and her fairy, and herself. The hells? she thinks, entirely unsure what the deal with this box was. And yet here she was, staring at it. She watches Franz pick it up.
"It's just a box," she repeats, although she herself wonders.
