Khalida frowns and takes her coat off, scooting a little closer to him to get out of the sun. She sighs as she looks at her red skin. She blushes faintly when she realizes how close they are. “It’s a good thing neither of us are claustrophobic.”
Sorcha hiccups again, and she swears in Old Norse. “I’m not drunk.” She pouts a little and crosses her arms, unintentionally poking her chest out a little and drawing attention to certain assets.
Asa smiles. “Well as long as you have energy, then your fine. Well bye.” She turns her back to Amber.