Yet another spark of familiarity drags her attention through the crowd, weaving in and out between figures, uncharacteristically lithe in stark contrast to the regularly bold and uncaring manner of darting about the streets of King’s Row while others often opened the way for her. Comfort is found in the unusual- pathways painted just for her or conflicts clashing atop roofs- and the neon lights and metallic glare is no exception to that sentiment.
Hands reach out to pull herself forward, her height refusing yet again to aid in her endeavors as she peeks about to catch sight of the all too familiar robotic form who has intermingled all too well within the clusters of people. Stumbling about Lena finally collapses forwards, guiding hands catching at his shoulder to steady herself before straightening her messy attire, patting her jacket straight. Finally, she flashes him a grin.
“Green suits you! It's slick and classy. At least, compared to that dark and brooding theme that you, Jesse, and Commander Reyes had- you lot were quite the edgy bunch.” // @ryuujinblade ❤ ‘d for a starter