[ She starts, pulling up straight and whipping to see Chloe with owlish eyes. One hand shifting on the stick, tight gripping and preparing to make it a weapon until her face registers and Syllona freezes. A beat passes and the alarm seeps out if her in a slow huff. ]
I, well, sort of. What are you doing all the way out here, Chloe? [ Its earnest, despite the irony. She does stand, dusting herself off to offer a smile. A decent hello as any. ]
TWIRLS YOU
I, well, sort of. What are you doing all the way out here, Chloe? [ Its earnest, despite the irony. She does stand, dusting herself off to offer a smile. A decent hello as any. ]