Hope patiently pretend to listen to the briefing, continuing to flip the coin through her fingers. When the dust settles on the harlot comment, she leans over toward Genevieve .
"Way to go, nervous kid," she punctuates with a smile and a wink.
She stares for a half second at the glass she set on the table, rubbing her chin briefly. She snaps to actual attention at the mention of the Lambs of Dalamud and Voidsent.
"Wait. What?" she says, swiftly covering up a worried expression with a cocksure mask. "We don't expect Voidsent do we? Dad is totally not going to let me near him for a week if we are dealing with one of those. Or is it summoning up to try and talk to one of those? I forget. He lectures on and on about the his old days. I usually just tune him out."
"Way to go, nervous kid," she punctuates with a smile and a wink.
She stares for a half second at the glass she set on the table, rubbing her chin briefly. She snaps to actual attention at the mention of the Lambs of Dalamud and Voidsent.
"Wait. What?" she says, swiftly covering up a worried expression with a cocksure mask. "We don't expect Voidsent do we? Dad is totally not going to let me near him for a week if we are dealing with one of those. Or is it summoning up to try and talk to one of those? I forget. He lectures on and on about the his old days. I usually just tune him out."
