[When the ghoul moves away, Elle is more concerned about keeping herself between him and the fleeing man than re-establishing contact, just in case he really does try to lunge. But he doesn't, only yells after the guy, and... well, that's alright. Elle starts to relax as the conflict passes.
Her eyes are on the back of the retreating gentleman as Hancock takes her in. She starts to look back to him when he says vault, but then she double-takes at the second half of his sentence. It takes her a second to think past what that means to her and realize what he actually means.
She laughs.] Uh... More of that second one. But not in the way you're thinking. [Her posture settles into something casual, instead of standing straight, no longer ready to try to physically intervene between the fight that didn't end up happening. She sticks her hands in the pockets of the desert ranger coat.] But, um, yeah. It was a gift.
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Her eyes are on the back of the retreating gentleman as Hancock takes her in. She starts to look back to him when he says vault, but then she double-takes at the second half of his sentence. It takes her a second to think past what that means to her and realize what he actually means.
She laughs.] Uh... More of that second one. But not in the way you're thinking. [Her posture settles into something casual, instead of standing straight, no longer ready to try to physically intervene between the fight that didn't end up happening. She sticks her hands in the pockets of the desert ranger coat.] But, um, yeah. It was a gift.