[ Bridget feels a flutter in her chest. She's making a friend already! A really pretty friend with strange wings that make her feel a little strange and queasy and excited all at once. She isn't quite sure how to feel about it, but she thinks it's a feeling she likes. ]
Oh, for sure! The streets here are really something else sometimes, huh? I'm still getting used to it.
[ The remains of her drink are downed and she pushes herself to her feet. ]
Yeah probably. I'm good with just marking it or moving it, whatever you want
Oh, for sure! The streets here are really something else sometimes, huh? I'm still getting used to it.
[ The remains of her drink are downed and she pushes herself to her feet. ]
Ready when you are!