we're always running scared but holding knives
Having been expecting the surprise to come more from the aquarium part of her explanation than the view itself, Isla still can't help but smile to watch the distraction and open wonder on Remi's face as he takes it all in. "You make me feel bad for taking it for granted," she tells him, wrinkling her nose playfully. Sometimes it depresses her, just looking out at the sprawl of mostly-poverty, forced underground by monsters and the upper class (so... monsters).
Glancing back at Remi and subtly turning to face him properly as well, Isla feels her cheeks already wanting to heat up, and so she tries to beat her own nerves to the punch. "No," she says softly. "Once we're clear of the complex, we're just... two people. Nobody out in undertown knows or cares too much what we're all about, as long as we keep the nasties from the door. So no, not out there, and not in here either. Obviously."
And it's with a crooked smile that she gestures around the apartment, so Remi can see for himself that there are blessedly zero cameras.
Glancing back at Remi and subtly turning to face him properly as well, Isla feels her cheeks already wanting to heat up, and so she tries to beat her own nerves to the punch. "No," she says softly. "Once we're clear of the complex, we're just... two people. Nobody out in undertown knows or cares too much what we're all about, as long as we keep the nasties from the door. So no, not out there, and not in here either. Obviously."
And it's with a crooked smile that she gestures around the apartment, so Remi can see for himself that there are blessedly zero cameras.
Isla
