Zion born and bred, Red, [Horse answers. Practically crows it, or as close to crowing as you can be while you're trying to be quiet-ish to avoid killer robotst. She lifts the rifle up off her back, not even looking directly at the meter to check where its charge is at now; her eyes are still focused forward, but there's a thoughtful tilt to her head toward Bella.
She's paying attention, by layman standards. On the other side of a drone, there's movement; something wafting by, drawing a shadow through the dusty shaft of light, more delicately than a hovership can.]
Killin' it sounds easier, [she remarks.] Neither of them sound easy. How that going to help? [A long hand winds up tapping down on top of Bella's boxes. Maybe she knows what vivisection means. Maybe she's aware that said boxes most certainly don't contain any kind of surgical tools.]
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She's paying attention, by layman standards. On the other side of a drone, there's movement; something wafting by, drawing a shadow through the dusty shaft of light, more delicately than a hovership can.]
Killin' it sounds easier, [she remarks.] Neither of them sound easy. How that going to help? [A long hand winds up tapping down on top of Bella's boxes. Maybe she knows what vivisection means. Maybe she's aware that said boxes most certainly don't contain any kind of surgical tools.]