@hyperionsapollo continued from here
“I can’t even tell if you’re being sarcastic-- so let me go through and address every one of those things,” Nisha grunted, holding out three fingers to represent his complaints.
“ Can’t have a parade. A parade involves happy people, right? Name one person happy to be on Pandora aside from me-- as an another aside, don’t ask me to start marching around. I’m not the parading type. Bandits and Psychos don’t count. Sure, they might parade around for a while before screaming something about salting a wound.”
One finger down.
“Thank you? For what? ...Oh. You’re talking about the ‘cleaning-up-the-place’ thing? ...Look, I shoot a lot of people. So...thanks? ...Thanks for letting me shoot a lot of people?”
She was fairly sure he wanted a ‘thank you’ from one of the people lucky enough to be able to be a future resident of the Utopia he was creating, but pulled down another finger anyway.
“And Pretzels. ...Pretzels kind of suck in general. Learn to like a better snack food.”
With another finger down, Nisha crossed her arms, looking rather proud of herself.
“There. All better. You’re welcome.”