Tall Mute Goblin Lady
<"Lucky you, I not most people,">
"Oh"
An awkward smile spread across the tall Twi'lek's face. Rayne rather sheepishly returned the radio to the empty stall, giving a faint chuckle.
I suppose you aren't, she signed, very casually slipping back into instinct. I guess that makes things simpler.
Rayne gave an amused snicker as he lamented bringing up food, bringing her hand up to her face as she let out a silent laugh. The young woman gave a faint shrug before continuing to sign.
I'll eat anything if it's spicy, she noted. I'm not picky.
She frowned, tilting her head to the side while giving the man a concerned look. His hair was matted now, covered in water. Was he cold? Or going to get sick? She felt kind of bad now that she had taken his coat, even if it was self inflicted.
You okay? She asked. You're not cold?