ISLA
Isla can't help but chuckle at that; given that she and Flora are of a height, she can absolutely appreciate the sentiment. As the young woman uncorks her bottle of gin, Isla raises her own glass in a toast and takes a healthy sip from it. "I think so too," she adds, as if that might not have been obvious. "I haven't seen so many familiar faces in one place for... well, it must be years." Less said about how she feels about it the better, though.
As for her business partner, Isla glances over her shoulder towards the open patio doors and tilts her head at Sunjata's distant silhouette. "Honestly, from what I understand of the situation it's as likely to end up in fisticuffs as it is with a handshake," she admits, glancing back to Flora and smiling. "How did you meet Jata, by the way? I only ask because of how few people either of us meet these days." She laughs.
As for her business partner, Isla glances over her shoulder towards the open patio doors and tilts her head at Sunjata's distant silhouette. "Honestly, from what I understand of the situation it's as likely to end up in fisticuffs as it is with a handshake," she admits, glancing back to Flora and smiling. "How did you meet Jata, by the way? I only ask because of how few people either of us meet these days." She laughs.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
