Laurelei cocked a single eyebrow at the woman before her as she rummaged around carelessly. A brief snort of amusement at the injury she received came soon after. The PDA, however, was much appreciated, and after an instinctual “thank you” sign with one hand, she began examining it closely. Seemed simple enough to work with. She supposed the first order of business would be her name. Gloria and Gideon, was it? Time to be the combo breaker, it seemed. Shortly after the younger boy made his nervous introduction, she typed out her own name before displaying the screen to the two.
laurelei kyne
That was all they needed to know, after all. No use in explaining her own problems when they had bigger ones at hand, after all. They were catching on quicker than expected, and she’d hate to slow them down by going through a sob story and a myriad of questions at the very mention of being mute. No need for a “pleasure to meetcha!”, either. She wasn’t planning on getting very buddy-buddy with either of them, if she could help it. Her first priority was getting back home, and she knew how easily it was to get sidetracked when the urge to protect someone got in the way. The boy seemed pretty flighty, though. Maybe he’d make some sort of move soon…
Another message made its way onto the screen before she flashed it at her partners once more.
inventory check
No punctuation. They’d have to figure out if that was a suggestion or a flat out command themselves, but the pointed glance and head nod to the bag Gideon held proved it likely leaned towards the latter. A abbreviated glance through her own pack had produced some interesting but also utterly useless items. Perhaps they could provide some missing pieces.
"Giddy Gleeful, huh?" She couldn’t help but to chuckle over such a weird name. What kind of sadistic parents did this kid have? All dressed up in a gaudy little suit with a name like Gideon Gleeful, no wonder this kid was so scared. She’d be afraid of having her ass kicked constantly for existing in his position. Gloria shrugged. "Nice to meet you too. You’re a pretty polite kid, I can really dig that. All the city kids I know are rude little shits." It wasn’t hard for her to tell that he was preparing to do something. Although what that was didn’t have her worried, seeing how she was quite a bit taller, even for a full grown woman.
Her attention was turned to the mute girl who had typed something on the PDA almost immediately. “Laurelei. Fitting. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” She smiled and winked before reading the next message. “Oh, it’s nothin’ much. Just some bread, water, uh…I think that’s fishin’ line? I’ve never been fishin’ before.” Where would you even fish in a city? “Oh, and this little scrap of paper with things on it. Magicky things, but not the magicky things I know.”
"Ah, er. It's---"
He'd started off after the taller woman bastardized his first name, but he put his finger down to quietly accept the new nickname; at least she was sensible enough to follow up with a little compliment of sorts, something Gideon could beam and be proud of in a time like this. He looks up with a slight grin and returns a nod instead, giggling.
"Guess it helps t'say 'm not from the city! 'course, most kids from where I live aren't much better off, either." He has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the thought of all the snot-nosed little brats back in Gravity Falls. The thought of leaving prison and having to be shoved back into the town's public school system causes a shudder of disgust to run down his spine.
No point in dwelling on his once-peaceful home life, anyway, lest he wanted to succumb to homesickness on top of all of this too. There were much pressing matters to attend to and judging from the look and message received from Lauralei, it didn't seem like she was much for beating around the bush and making small talk (haha), so to speak (haha, man I'm funny).
Well... At least now he can take a better look at the items inside the pack he'd found earlier. Though, he doesn't know if he'll find anything that'll be particularly useful for himself or the other two.
"'m not any better off..." he starts, rummaging through the pack's contents without necessarily pulling anything out for either of them to see. "Crackers, --- and not of any decent quality either --- a pen, fishing hooks?" He looks back up to Gloria with a contemplative expression; he had hooks, but no line. She had a line, but no hooks. What was this forest playing at?
Chubby fingers brush up against one more object within the backpack and he opens his mouth to say something before promptly shutting it immediately after. A butter knife... Wll, they don't need to know about that little trinket.
"A-Ah s'pose that's it for me, then. Aside from the hooks, it's not much."
