Huh. [A2 does not take a step back when the dog looks up at her, but she does stare, as if taken aback at the idea that anything would think to grin at her at all. Including a dog.
Her gaze flickers over to Pod floating beside her, then back to Minako. A toss of her head follows this; she scoffs.] Sounds more useful than this thing. [She jerks her thumb in the direction of Pod, which follows her as she perches herself on the edge of the rooftop, at a bit of a distance from Minako, but still close enough to be heard and spoken to. Close enough too, to move quickly if the girl, or the dog, lost their footing. Not that she cared either way.
The night sky glitters and blinks overhead, dark and strange and distant. The first night here she'd been paralyzed at the sight of it, stock-still and quietly horrified at the lack of sun. She's not accustomed to it yet, still, and keeps her head lowered a bit, taking measure of the span of the city beneath instead. To look up for too long brought on a sense of vertigo, the feeling of being swallowed whole by the inky blackness of that unfamiliar night sky. Outwardly, she doesn't show this discomfort: her posture is deceptively relaxed — graceful almost, in an understated sort of way — a hand resting on her knee, head canted forward just so, so that the fall of her bangs obscure one side of her face.]
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Her gaze flickers over to Pod floating beside her, then back to Minako. A toss of her head follows this; she scoffs.] Sounds more useful than this thing. [She jerks her thumb in the direction of Pod, which follows her as she perches herself on the edge of the rooftop, at a bit of a distance from Minako, but still close enough to be heard and spoken to. Close enough too, to move quickly if the girl, or the dog, lost their footing. Not that she cared either way.
The night sky glitters and blinks overhead, dark and strange and distant. The first night here she'd been paralyzed at the sight of it, stock-still and quietly horrified at the lack of sun. She's not accustomed to it yet, still, and keeps her head lowered a bit, taking measure of the span of the city beneath instead. To look up for too long brought on a sense of vertigo, the feeling of being swallowed whole by the inky blackness of that unfamiliar night sky. Outwardly, she doesn't show this discomfort: her posture is deceptively relaxed — graceful almost, in an understated sort of way — a hand resting on her knee, head canted forward just so, so that the fall of her bangs obscure one side of her face.]