Resigning herself to needing the creature's help a couple of seconds before she even moves, Karlee leaves her leg bent and leans back, propping herself up on one hand while reaching down to gather the ID that slides to a stop beside her with the other. Before she realizes what she's doing, she glances over the top of the badge, the way one might when carding another attempting to buy alcohol, comparing the then and now.
Lowering the credentials, yet keeping ahold of it for now, she gestures toward the offending limb. "All right," she says, doing little to try and hide the lingering mistrust in her voice. "But I don't have anything on me to trade, so we're gonna have to work something else out."
@intodivergence, continued from days of olde












