[ Barnes. She knows that name. Sergeant James Barnes. He'd said to call him Bucky.
Becky?
There's a brief moment where Wil doesn't answer, jaw mildly ajar as she assesses the situation. It's hard to hide the unabashed once-over she gives, almost appraising. Must be a new look for him. It's not a bad look. ]
Second. [ She frowns and shuts her book, some number about uncertainty and reasoning that she's really not paying much attention to. Conversationally, almost jocular, she remarks: ] Last time I was just a werewolf.
[ The caverns certainly left a much harsher impression than the first flood, and she recalls them with gritted teeth and a swipe of her hands over too-large slacks. ]
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Becky?
There's a brief moment where Wil doesn't answer, jaw mildly ajar as she assesses the situation. It's hard to hide the unabashed once-over she gives, almost appraising. Must be a new look for him. It's not a bad look. ]
Second. [ She frowns and shuts her book, some number about uncertainty and reasoning that she's really not paying much attention to. Conversationally, almost jocular, she remarks: ] Last time I was just a werewolf.
[ The caverns certainly left a much harsher impression than the first flood, and she recalls them with gritted teeth and a swipe of her hands over too-large slacks. ]
It's Bucky, right?