Haruka Takahashi; bundle of contradictions. Elaborate jewelry: Heavily worn down. Weak heart: Stronger than glass. At least she admitted the insincerity. Kanaya couldn't resist taking the dare that expression of hers raised to make a similar attempt at a positive expression. Her lipstick was slowly pixelating too, blast it all, beyond her sight.

"And you just happen to be unfortunate enough to have spent your formative years getting too friendly with scissors." The tag question didn't merit an entire beat, but a full stop did have its place here as she thought about the peculiar nature of the proposition when the vast majority of other transports seemed to have been raised in a hive with a wiggler-proof policy on art supplies. "Right?"