[ She'll just... grab a couple of those bags from him before he goes dropping all of their stuff. She can't really fault his enthusiasm or his distraction- she knows what it's like to miss home.
She watches him a moment. The device seems rudimentary, at best.
[ He flashes her a grateful look when she takes some if the bags from him, and-- really, all he's doing is making a twisting line on the Etch-a-Sketch, so it's small wonder that she's not impressed. ]
It's just a toy. Like, you mess with the knobs and you make a line like this to draw stuff, see? But there were some dudes who could recreate the Mona Lisa on these things. They probably had a lot of time on their hands.
[ But then he forgets about that toy -- etch-a-sketches are dumb anyway -- and grabs her hand again to drag her to a different table, sorry bruh. ]
Oh, hey, we should see if there's a copy of Footloose somewhere!
[ Yeah no. She remains unimpressed by the etch-a-sketch. What is a Mona Lisa? Can you eat it
Aaaand then he's dragging her around again, and she has to shift the bags a little herself to keep from losing them. She tugs her hand away again when they stop, content to let him look for the moment. As she gazes at the various knick-knacks strewn about, she spots a little tin box, painted red with yellow stars, a metal crank sticking from one side.
She casts a look around and reaches to turn the crank. It plays an odd little tune, tinny, strange, but somehow charming.
That is, until the top of the box snaps open and a strange doll on a spring pops out.
She'll never live it down, but she actually jumps a little, startled. ]
You were! You were totally like, What is this hellbeast? [ Maybe the words aren't right, but the tone and the change of facial expression screams Gamora. ]
If your hands weren't full, you totally would've pulled a knife on it.
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She watches him a moment. The device seems rudimentary, at best.
Terran technology was... odd. ]
Is that all it does?
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It's just a toy. Like, you mess with the knobs and you make a line like this to draw stuff, see? But there were some dudes who could recreate the Mona Lisa on these things. They probably had a lot of time on their hands.
[ But then he forgets about that toy -- etch-a-sketches are dumb anyway -- and grabs her hand again to drag her to a different table, sorry bruh. ]
Oh, hey, we should see if there's a copy of Footloose somewhere!
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What is a Mona Lisa? Can you eat itAaaand then he's dragging her around again, and she has to shift the bags a little herself to keep from losing them. She tugs her hand away again when they stop, content to let him look for the moment. As she gazes at the various knick-knacks strewn about, she spots a little tin box, painted red with yellow stars, a metal crank sticking from one side.
She casts a look around and reaches to turn the crank. It plays an odd little tune, tinny, strange, but somehow charming.
That is, until the top of the box snaps open and a strange doll on a spring pops out.
She'll never live it down, but she actually jumps a little, startled. ]
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LAUGHING.
This guyyy. ]
Oh my god, you should've seen your face! Oh man. World's deadliest woman, frightened by a Jack-in-the-Box.
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I wasn't frightened.
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If your hands weren't full, you totally would've pulled a knife on it.
Oh man, I can die happy now. That was great.