"You're really going out right now?" The troll lady was speaking to Arc with a raised brow as Arc held her pack of cigarettes in hand, arms folded before her chest inquisitively and causing Arc to pause.
"Hoi, why not? Lotta heavy shtuff goin' down, figured I'd take the edge off, eh?" She chuckled, tapping her cheek with the pack before trying to move past but was stopped.
"Sure thing, boss, but when you tried that two days ago you were puking for an hour, remember? A bit cold for that right now..." Another chuckle, but the expression was enough. Swayed, the short mechanic sighed in defeat, stowing away the smokes for another time and shrugging. "Aye, fine. Another time then. Leasht we got time for thish headware sicknessh to go away, heh."
She paused, looking up at the troll and thinking deep, but giving a smile before shooting her hand out, offering it to her. "I wanna shay shomethin'...thanks. For what you about to do widdus. I'm a real drek to be draggin' you along, regardlessh of whether or not you agreed to it. But either way, It'sh been nice to work with someone shkilled with me thish past week. No matter what happensh..." She paused, smiling wide. "You'll alwaysh have a place here, aight?"
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A few moments later caught Marco approaching the human girl, her attention diverted at the odd questions. Offering a grin, she flashed her tusks as if to emphasize her impending answer. "Could be worshe. The headware I got still fraggin' with me. Haven't drunk shince because the thought shends my shtomach rollin', hah. At the leasht, Jaime enjoys the look. It feels right." She paused, holding back her mirth. "The fact I can Zun'ko nas Tetala'kan sure don't hurt!"
Scratching the back of her head, she looked the mage over, nodding. "Ya look a bit different too. In a good way. Maybe we in a place we can do thish drek. We'll make it work, eh?" She offered out a hand to the elf, gauging his reaction.