[Ginia chooses to answer the first question with a shrug. There's only one person she truly trusts to have her back in the city and he happens to be in the pyramids too. A few others here she's glad to keep an eye on or work alongside. And his assessment she's the type to throw herself in front of a bullet is more accurate than he realizes, but maybe not all for the right reasons.
But whatever he wants to assume about her, she'll let it be. He's limber. Confident. Dramatic. Cocky, even.]
I'm not bulletproof. I don't know if my barrier is either.
[Actually, it is, though it'll only take so many hits too.
Ginia continues her patient, but smooth traversal of the platforms, the glow of her chest fading in and out with her barriers.]
no subject
But whatever he wants to assume about her, she'll let it be. He's limber. Confident. Dramatic. Cocky, even.]
I'm not bulletproof. I don't know if my barrier is either.
[Actually, it is, though it'll only take so many hits too.
Ginia continues her patient, but smooth traversal of the platforms, the glow of her chest fading in and out with her barriers.]
What's your name?