[Rosie turns away, and Yuri slips the red item into her blazer pocket. The luggage is clipped right back shut—and then, thinking better, she grabs the handle and pulls it up as she stands. It’s not quiet. Too cumbersome to travel with, at least without a clear destination—but perhaps if she remembers where it’s been left....]
Nothing of the sort, I’m afraid. [A beat. Some wayward blood spray outside, blurred by merciful windows. How quickly it becomes background noise.] Would that be a necessary part of demon-wrangling?
[Anyone’s guess if she’s joking. Yuri’s inflection hasn’t changed much this entire conversation.]
no subject
[Rosie turns away, and Yuri slips the red item into her blazer pocket. The luggage is clipped right back shut—and then, thinking better, she grabs the handle and pulls it up as she stands. It’s not quiet. Too cumbersome to travel with, at least without a clear destination—but perhaps if she remembers where it’s been left....]
Nothing of the sort, I’m afraid. [A beat. Some wayward blood spray outside, blurred by merciful windows. How quickly it becomes background noise.] Would that be a necessary part of demon-wrangling?
[Anyone’s guess if she’s joking. Yuri’s inflection hasn’t changed much this entire conversation.]