EVEN SHE DOESN'T have the heart to tell her than whatever she was planning is most certainly over. it didn’t even stand a chance of getting off the ground. stopping again she looks over her shoulder lazily, one eyebrow lifting as she clears her throat. at this point it’s like being tailed by a stray animal.
‘ —– that’s not an answer. that’s a sound.
if she had less time this wouldn’t be an option. but for now she humours her – stopping in her tracks to look down at the girl; who’s eyes grow wide for a moment. tipping her head, elektra begs an answer – or at least properly formed words.
IT’S VERY FLATTERING of Elektra to assume that Jubilee had actually been planning something rather than her poor fragile heart simply being overwhelmed by her presence and all that it entailed. Still, a need for a meal is a need for a meal. She’s been hanging around the area long enough for a target to have sprung to mind.
‘ —– yes, ma’am. sorry, ma’am. but you can help me.
shoulders squaring, tone smoothing out the frayed, rough edges as she channels the adults who had shaped her, jubilee withdraws a photograph from her pocket of a man in an exquisitely tailored suit and a shark’s grin, offering it to the other woman, her voice strong.
‘ —– i think we’re looking for the same person.
