[ "He" adds a name and it's immensely helpful who to tag this late stage realization onto β Marc.
Marc's right. And then she remembers, well shit, she's been in his brain but hasn't even introduced herself? But she doesn't quite reply back immediately, figuring she should settle whatever the hell is happening with this poor sap climbing their way out of the ground. They emerge whole and intact, confused, and then promptly distracted by something like a dog β a wolf, distant in the corner, Lottie's own little familiar happily wagging its tail towards her own stash of snacks in her backpack.
They amble their way out and she hesitantly pats their back for encouragement to go over there. Because Marc β not he, or him, Marc β had waved a hand at her and officially.. Takes himself out of the conversation. She figure she's probably giving her the space to take her time and, she doesn't know, be personable and nice to the person freed from their hole-in-the-ground. But she doesn't, or at least, as far as he knows she doesn't.
(Truthfully, there's little communion happening between her and this person, especially since her familiar is taking care of most of the work.)
Once they're gone and out of immediate sight, she dusts her hands off on her thighs and walks Marc's way. She waves a hand at him, adds β ]
..I'm Lottie, by the way. [ He doesn't have to ask anything, Lottie is more than aware of how complicated and awkward it is to be in this situation. In her case, she had the luck of having people she knew, equally confused and oxygen deprived (being buried in dirt will do that). ] Did you.. [ A pause. A gnaw at her lip, because what does she say?? What should she say? ] Wanna get out of here? Want any snacks?
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Marc's right. And then she remembers, well shit, she's been in his brain but hasn't even introduced herself? But she doesn't quite reply back immediately, figuring she should settle whatever the hell is happening with this poor sap climbing their way out of the ground. They emerge whole and intact, confused, and then promptly distracted by something like a dog β a wolf, distant in the corner, Lottie's own little familiar happily wagging its tail towards her own stash of snacks in her backpack.
They amble their way out and she hesitantly pats their back for encouragement to go over there. Because Marc β not he, or him, Marc β had waved a hand at her and officially.. Takes himself out of the conversation. She figure she's probably giving her the space to take her time and, she doesn't know, be personable and nice to the person freed from their hole-in-the-ground. But she doesn't, or at least, as far as he knows she doesn't.
(Truthfully, there's little communion happening between her and this person, especially since her familiar is taking care of most of the work.)
Once they're gone and out of immediate sight, she dusts her hands off on her thighs and walks Marc's way. She waves a hand at him, adds β ]
..I'm Lottie, by the way. [ He doesn't have to ask anything, Lottie is more than aware of how complicated and awkward it is to be in this situation. In her case, she had the luck of having people she knew, equally confused and oxygen deprived (being buried in dirt will do that). ] Did you.. [ A pause. A gnaw at her lip, because what does she say?? What should she say? ] Wanna get out of here? Want any snacks?