[Fang's been paying attention to the Vine in bits and pieces -- she's more concerned for keeping an eye on Vanille. The last thing they need, on top of everything else, is a fight with ghosts. Seeing this part of other people...it's none of her business, and she doesn't want to make it her business.
But the Vine has no such reservations, and blooms on its own. She watches the scene quietly, and when it is done, she takes a moment to speak.]
Well, she sounds like a real catch. [It's sarcastic and irritated, but her tone loses some of its bite a little later.] Hey. Are you gonna be all right?
[ That comes quickly enough, maybe just a hint defensive. D'Anna wasn't that cruel with her, at least not after they started sleeping together. But at the same time... that was close enough to be realistic, and it's left Caprica shaken.
She pushes herself away from the kitchen counter, glancing toward the mirror. Caprica doesn't know this woman, but right at the moment she doesn't particularly care about that part.
The answer to her question comes a little more slowly this time; Caprica has to pause to collect her scattered thoughts. ]
Yes.
[ She's not all right now, but she will be, and that's what Fang was asking. In every situation like this in the past, she has always been able to gather herself and move on, sooner or later. Build something more out of the broken pieces. ]
[Fang hears the defensiveness, but it doesn't bother her. She's used to that tone.]
Good. Figured I might ask, since this plant seems to like barging in on personal affairs. [She rolls her shoulders back.] You need anything? I'm not the best at heart to hearts, but I can find you some hard liquor, if that's more your speed.
It doesn't seem to have much of an interest in other people's privacy.
[ After long enough in the Gardens, she supposes she's gotten used to the Vine, but that... was something that she really would rather have not had everyone see. But it's done now, she can't take it back.
She reaches up, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, uneasily. Manages a thin little smile. ]
I wouldn't mind a drink.
[ Caprica doesn't like to get drunk, but just a drink or two... would help, right now. ]
[ That small smile lingers, and she shakes her head a little; Caprica is quite familiar with alcoholic beverages of the Colonies, but the varieties in the Gardens were a little different and she wouldn't know what to ask for. ]
But the Vine has no such reservations, and blooms on its own. She watches the scene quietly, and when it is done, she takes a moment to speak.]
Well, she sounds like a real catch. [It's sarcastic and irritated, but her tone loses some of its bite a little later.] Hey. Are you gonna be all right?
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[ That comes quickly enough, maybe just a hint defensive. D'Anna wasn't that cruel with her, at least not after they started sleeping together. But at the same time... that was close enough to be realistic, and it's left Caprica shaken.
She pushes herself away from the kitchen counter, glancing toward the mirror. Caprica doesn't know this woman, but right at the moment she doesn't particularly care about that part.
The answer to her question comes a little more slowly this time; Caprica has to pause to collect her scattered thoughts. ]
Yes.
[ She's not all right now, but she will be, and that's what Fang was asking. In every situation like this in the past, she has always been able to gather herself and move on, sooner or later. Build something more out of the broken pieces. ]
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[Fang hears the defensiveness, but it doesn't bother her. She's used to that tone.]
Good. Figured I might ask, since this plant seems to like barging in on personal affairs. [She rolls her shoulders back.] You need anything? I'm not the best at heart to hearts, but I can find you some hard liquor, if that's more your speed.
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[ After long enough in the Gardens, she supposes she's gotten used to the Vine, but that... was something that she really would rather have not had everyone see. But it's done now, she can't take it back.
She reaches up, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, uneasily. Manages a thin little smile. ]
I wouldn't mind a drink.
[ Caprica doesn't like to get drunk, but just a drink or two... would help, right now. ]
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[A grin in return.] All right. What's your poison? Or will anything do?
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Surprise me.
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[And the feed cuts.
A little while later, a dragon will be swooping down to land near Caprica's home.]
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