[ A Coldblood thing. The term earns a flicker of recognition on Andy's face, though the truth is, she's only been here a few days — just enough time to start picking up the relevant terminology. Maybe it's her age, but Andy's always been simultaneously adaptable and slow to learn. She's settling in fine — she's used to moving from place to place, even if Trench is stranger than most — but when you're thousands of years old, sometimes you get a little stuck in your ways.
She knows the basics. Like how that the smell coming from her is the Vileblood. Good thing the curse keeping her alive all this time has done a reasonable job of healing most of her wounds already. Either way, she seems unbothered by all the blood and grime, more concerned with leaning in to get her cigarette lit. ]
Like I said. Handy. [ The compliment comes wryly, and shrouded by wisps of smoke curling from her mouth. ] I should keep a Coldblood around more often.
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She knows the basics. Like how that the smell coming from her is the Vileblood. Good thing the curse keeping her alive all this time has done a reasonable job of healing most of her wounds already. Either way, she seems unbothered by all the blood and grime, more concerned with leaning in to get her cigarette lit. ]
Like I said. Handy. [ The compliment comes wryly, and shrouded by wisps of smoke curling from her mouth. ] I should keep a Coldblood around more often.