[ There’s a tangible half-beat of muted surprise before Andy abruptly barks out a laugh. It’s a short and hard sound, harsh like her habitual profanity, but not insincere despite the sharp shape that amusement makes from her mouth. Her first laugh since washing up in Trench, probably. Chickenshits in-fucking-deed.
Reaching out, she claps Ortus on the back, right between the shoulder blades. Hopefully he’s managed to finish swallowing that mouthful of cheap booze by then. ]
For Marta. [ She agrees without needing to know the details of who the hell Marta is or was. ] A solider after my own heart, at least where beer is concerned. She must have taught you well.
no subject
Reaching out, she claps Ortus on the back, right between the shoulder blades. Hopefully he’s managed to finish swallowing that mouthful of cheap booze by then. ]
For Marta. [ She agrees without needing to know the details of who the hell Marta is or was. ] A solider after my own heart, at least where beer is concerned. She must have taught you well.