She isn't alone for long, and that's likely for the best. Still physically raw from the ragged beaches and sea floor, still emotionally raw from what had chased her into the sea, Scarlet does not do well on her own. Eyes growing wide as they land on the man, though, she takes a single step back. It's not panic, but reservation, that shades her expression. Forgive her, she nearly drowned today.
As crowded and lively as the Commons were on this evening, Scarlet finds the whole experience overwhelming. There'd be no shake in her knees, but the aching in her sides was unmistakable. Anxiety. Prickling in her system, and coursing down her spine in the most concerning way. No, she didn't need to panic. He seemed... he seemed okay. Not threatening, simply hanging on the edge of her company, and content to do as much.
"It's okay, I think. Getting chilly." Her words are small, soft, a contrast to her rather bulky frame. Self conscious, she shuffles her feet. "I haven't seen this place in the daylight yet," Scarlet volunteers, attempting to trick herself into relaxing. All of her dreadfully on edge, though she conjures a friendly enough expression beneath the silvery light of the moon. The awkward edge that lives in her system is hard to ignore, but Scarlet would do what she could to fight it back.
go little rockstar
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