Hana watches the small crowd around the mothlings, eyes bright from the euphoric coursing through her system. She'd meant to be taking notes on these people who seem to be her new teammates; there's a lot you can learn from small mannerisms, how people hold themselves, how they dress and such. (For example, Hana's utterly comfortable, simple cotton dress layered over leggings and sensible shoes tell a lot about what she thinks about parties. Except for a thin silver chain disappearing under the neckline of her dress, she wears absolutely no adornment at all. No jewelry, no makeup. What's the point?)
However, she'd been distracted by the small, cheerful eldritch horrors crawling around and on Remi, fascinated and intrigued. "What was in those pills?" she mutters to herself, wondering if she grabbed something other than euphorics by mistake. But no, the mothlings are still there.
She stays just far enough away from the others to avoid being properly part of the crowd and carefully kneels, peering at the nearest mothling. It's - okay, it's pretty creepy, she won't lie to herself, but it's also a baby, and Hana as a rule likes babies. She does a quick grid search and, not finding any admonition not to, offers a shrimp puff in the mothling's direction.
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Date: 2020-01-11 12:43 am (UTC)However, she'd been distracted by the small, cheerful eldritch horrors crawling around and on Remi, fascinated and intrigued. "What was in those pills?" she mutters to herself, wondering if she grabbed something other than euphorics by mistake. But no, the mothlings are still there.
She stays just far enough away from the others to avoid being properly part of the crowd and carefully kneels, peering at the nearest mothling. It's - okay, it's pretty creepy, she won't lie to herself, but it's also a baby, and Hana as a rule likes babies. She does a quick grid search and, not finding any admonition not to, offers a shrimp puff in the mothling's direction.