[She squints one eye against the glare of the sun reflected through the tunnel glass, mulling things over. It's not really in her nature to make open invitations to hang out to strangers, but Malcolm's all right, and she doesn't know anyone else. If she winds up needing to do this moonlacing shit, better him than some dickhead.]
...You wanna go? Guessin' we'll probably dry off on the way.
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[She squints one eye against the glare of the sun reflected through the tunnel glass, mulling things over. It's not really in her nature to make open invitations to hang out to strangers, but Malcolm's all right, and she doesn't know anyone else. If she winds up needing to do this moonlacing shit, better him than some dickhead.]
...You wanna go? Guessin' we'll probably dry off on the way.