[ Nebula's eyes narrow, but the depths of the darkness of them show only that. Her mouth twitches into a scowl and she's quick to answer: ]
Go look at your own. Or someone else's.
[ "I'm not interested," she says without saying as she folds arms across her chest metal over organic. Her eyes remain narrowed as she takes the stranger in. ]
no subject
Go look at your own. Or someone else's.
[ "I'm not interested," she says without saying as she folds arms across her chest metal over organic. Her eyes remain narrowed as she takes the stranger in. ]
Isn't there someone else you can bother?