[ The limp she notices, despite his best efforts to disguise it, but chooses to say nothing about it. At least not at the moment. There's just... so much that's happened in such a short span of time that focusing on patching up her finger is probably a good start to easing in to all of this that is Deerington and being here now - within a dream - after everything.
So she folds her arms against her chest, handkerchiefed fingers tucked under an arm as her steps begin to slow some when she sees the ride that Logan has for them. ]
You drive a limo?
[ It's asked in a more curiously amused sort of way than surprise as she makes her way over while he clears the seat off. ]
So it's four wheels instead of two now.
[ She seems to recall him favoring a particular motorcycle after all. ]
no subject
So she folds her arms against her chest, handkerchiefed fingers tucked under an arm as her steps begin to slow some when she sees the ride that Logan has for them. ]
You drive a limo?
[ It's asked in a more curiously amused sort of way than surprise as she makes her way over while he clears the seat off. ]
So it's four wheels instead of two now.
[ She seems to recall him favoring a particular motorcycle after all. ]