her eyes nearly widen out of her sockets and she steps back just a bit.
“Oh, um . . Good evening to you as well. “
She clears her throat. “I mentioned this before, Argenti, but you’re a guest aboard the Express. You can just call me Dani like everyone else.”
DANILKA
The redhead looked up, his surroundings suddenly very sparkly and rose-petal filled.
"Good evening, Miss."
He bowed with dramatic and chivalrous flourish.
🌹Argenti🩸
she watches him for a moment, then she clears her throat to get his attention.
"Hey pretty boy . . . you, uh, you do that often?" she asks, but she fears she already knows the answer.
DANILKA
He's monologuing to himself in a mirror, talking very enthusiastically about Idrila.
