bite down on my winchester

Isla has already seen Sunjata, even before Haai lets out a bark to inform her of their presence. She has seen him because she's been looking for him, the medic approaching the edge of the cliff with her hands in her pockets, offering a gentle smile to the Flood. "Hello, Sunjata," she murmurs, not so presumptuous as to sit down without being invited, instead offering a friendly pat of greeting to Haai. "I'm sorry to bother you - I won't take up too much of your time, I hope." There's no real way to get around it with any decorum, and knowing Sunjata, when Isla speaks he'll already have some idea about what she's going to say next. "I need to speak to you about Nate." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die