Soldat thinks for a minute, looking around again. "Just don't. Let on that you know me, yet. Don't know how much attention they pay to what they see. And if Rocket and Nebula know. It'll get complicated." They'll be more wary. Or less wary. Possibly more angry. They're aware Rocket doesn't like them at all.
They give their face one more swipe, then get up again, striding to their bedroom side of the suite, opening the door to display the familiar lantern in all its slightly-cracked glory. "But. Here." There's a crane sitting on the bedside table, which Soldat picks up and brings back to offer her. "Just. For you. To keep during the mission. I always thought the crane was you, anyway."
Which might mean something about there being one sitting on their beside table even before they knew she was here.
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Date: 2020-05-05 08:12 am (UTC)They give their face one more swipe, then get up again, striding to their bedroom side of the suite, opening the door to display the familiar lantern in all its slightly-cracked glory. "But. Here." There's a crane sitting on the bedside table, which Soldat picks up and brings back to offer her. "Just. For you. To keep during the mission. I always thought the crane was you, anyway."
Which might mean something about there being one sitting on their beside table even before they knew she was here.