(( @cheerysociopath // liked for a thing! ))
metal knuckles gave a hard rap against the open door, trying to catch the man's attention without startling him. "whatcha fixing on your deathtrap there?" a grin on ryder's lips, the words hardly meant as insulting as they might've sounded. simply showing up at the marina without any invitation too. ( she'd also taken the time to rearm whatever traps she'd found after passing through, that too should count for something. ) but she'd heard that he was out this way, perhaps the reason for the slight detour. ( as if she really needed a reason for waisting time these days. anything, to get away from the oppressive confines of the prydwen, for scavenging as she'd excused herself. ) "ryder." the woman introduced herself after a few beats while offering a curt nod. sure, she'd heard of him but who knew if that was mutual. another incentive could be found in the bag hanging from her shoulder, the bottles within clinked together– at least she never showed up empty handed.
