[ The rider doesn't seem particularly pressed to respond immediately, instead giving the other woman a scrutinizing once-over, taking in the golden bone of her one hand with a slightly raised eyebrow. Some gut instinct says that this person, whoever she is, might not be less of a threat just because she's got her arms up. Still, cursed as she is, Andy can afford the risk more than most.
The harsh tension is gone from her voice when she answers, offering a curt wryness in its place: ]
You never know. Some people like that sort of thing. [ No judgement. ] Out for nice stroll?
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The harsh tension is gone from her voice when she answers, offering a curt wryness in its place: ]
You never know. Some people like that sort of thing. [ No judgement. ] Out for nice stroll?