[ The girl... reaches out and touches Alexa's hand. It's just a gesture of comfort, obviously, but it makes something inside Alexa crumble a little, like, the will to fight it all with blazing guns and blood-spattered fists forward. Cute girls have this effect on her at the best of times, while at the worst... like now... It feels like safety and familiarity and friendliness to a degree she isn't exactly used to. She finds herself relaxing, visibly, despite the bad news that have just been delivered to her and she turns her hand over, grabbing the girl's fingers briefly. It's just a squeeze, but it's most than most get out of Alexa on any given day. ]
Nothing to do but to get cracking, I guess.
[ Something about colors. Something about leaving, but not at your own free will. Shit, this place sounds like the worst offense against consent she's ever encountered. Maybe she's here to teach it a thing or two, huh? Looking at the girl for a moment, she smiles - it comes easier to her than normally, although there's still a strain at the corner of her mouth, as if smiling isn't the most natural expression in her arsenal. ]
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Nothing to do but to get cracking, I guess.
[ Something about colors. Something about leaving, but not at your own free will. Shit, this place sounds like the worst offense against consent she's ever encountered. Maybe she's here to teach it a thing or two, huh? Looking at the girl for a moment, she smiles - it comes easier to her than normally, although there's still a strain at the corner of her mouth, as if smiling isn't the most natural expression in her arsenal. ]
You've got a name, sweetheart?