[PQ] a space in between

"It makes you glad that we made the foundations last season, doesn't it?" Isla murmurs to Sunjata, her voice muffled behind her scarf. Needing little of the warm clothing she wears, it's still nice to play the part of Deepfrost, and having different outfits to wear day to day is still somewhat of a novelty - so sue her. And so she stands beside Sunjata with her hands buried in the pockets of her coat, her fair hair braided over one shoulder. She'll be more use in the supportive work than any of the brute strength involved, but she's still looking forward to getting all of this started. It's a distraction for her, too, though if one had told her a year ago she'd be building a brothel... well. Better leave that thought unfinished. Isla the flesh is weak