[Is it painfully outdated? Or painstakingly chosen to make Toko do a double take, even in the midst of a persecution panic?
Rex's arrival signals that A) she's less likely to be arrested on sight and B) that she needs to get her wits together. She's already looked like a complete fool in front of him several times, and now she's dressed like this and he's walking over, pulling out a pair of glasses.
Glasses?
The gag has her slapping one arm over her chest and the other stretching to tug her skirt even a smidgen lower. It is not very successful. Toko has gone beet red at once, and he may note the flush extends past her collar.]
P-p-put your eyes away, pig! [It's not fair to say crap like that. She already knows he finds her vulgar, this is just cruel.
Oh, but he's getting to business. For once she seems to listen attentively. And did he — did he scoot squarely in front of the body? Funny, he pulled a similar move back in the tavern that one time.]
Do you actually kn-know how to deal with a body? Or just punch them? [She can't imagine superheroes are universally forensics experts. They probably make more messes than they clean up. Still, he's got a point. It's in the train's murky water between real and not real. Plus none of the passengers have been here long enough to be the cause of this horrible plot twist.] I c-can't believe this. Just as long as nothing starts pointing to me! I w-won't stand for being framed, you know!
[It doesn't sound like a passing fright.
When he complains about his costume, Toko's bar wobbles. If you'd asked her to call it, she'd put it at five percent. She wants Rex out of her hair, not in her face. She'd be sickened to know it's swelling to forty-eight.]
Here I was g-going to say you look better when you're not dressed like a traffic cone. [She scowls. It's...much better than his usual outfit. He dresses up well. Looks halfway dapper, even. Infuriating.] H-how do you think I'm doing?! A man is dead! And what's with this —
[She reaches up to slap at his status bar. It shimmers in the air, but does not budge.]
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Rex's arrival signals that A) she's less likely to be arrested on sight and B) that she needs to get her wits together. She's already looked like a complete fool in front of him several times, and now she's dressed like this and he's walking over, pulling out a pair of glasses.
Glasses?
The gag has her slapping one arm over her chest and the other stretching to tug her skirt even a smidgen lower. It is not very successful. Toko has gone beet red at once, and he may note the flush extends past her collar.]
P-p-put your eyes away, pig! [It's not fair to say crap like that. She already knows he finds her vulgar, this is just cruel.
Oh, but he's getting to business. For once she seems to listen attentively. And did he — did he scoot squarely in front of the body? Funny, he pulled a similar move back in the tavern that one time.]
Do you actually kn-know how to deal with a body? Or just punch them? [She can't imagine superheroes are universally forensics experts. They probably make more messes than they clean up. Still, he's got a point. It's in the train's murky water between real and not real. Plus none of the passengers have been here long enough to be the cause of this horrible plot twist.] I c-can't believe this. Just as long as nothing starts pointing to me! I w-won't stand for being framed, you know!
[It doesn't sound like a passing fright.
When he complains about his costume, Toko's bar wobbles. If you'd asked her to call it, she'd put it at five percent. She wants Rex out of her hair, not in her face. She'd be sickened to know it's swelling to forty-eight.]
Here I was g-going to say you look better when you're not dressed like a traffic cone. [She scowls. It's...much better than his usual outfit. He dresses up well. Looks halfway dapper, even. Infuriating.] H-how do you think I'm doing?! A man is dead! And what's with this —
[She reaches up to slap at his status bar. It shimmers in the air, but does not budge.]
What is th-this thing? Get rid of it.