Edge of the World // Joining

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She hesitated in her work for a second as Pincher recognized the soaked woman. With a puzzled expression, she naturally wondered if the other shared their manwhore of a father. Ever since she came to the Typhoon, it seemed she met a new relative every week - and she knew they represented only a fraction of the late captain's progeny. "Another Roux?" she asked, her tone nonchalant as though she half-expected every joiner could be a Roux - which actually drifted close to the truth. Still, she finished up her bandage work.

Ears twitching as she heard Caesar's annoying voice, she ignored him and focused more on the stranger's words - her throat certainly produced flawless speech, but the raspy-ness inclined her to think that Solveig preferred to inject her magic into everyone's mind to speak instead. Her mind provided her with a vivid and unwanted analogy to her own father and how he probably created so many damn Rouxes; she quickly banished the image by commanding herself to not think of fuzzy bunnies. Still, she felt the pressing sensation to correct Solveig; that she wanted a towel, not a blanket. Another Bitch Eating Crackers moment from Rosemary. Glancing at the yellow officer, she huffed, "Can you fetch a towel?" He liked to act the errand boy by fetching her whenever they needed a medic; she supposed he might like to continue acting as one.