[ 'Sort of', because she's in his actual room, not just in his capsule. They might not share one anymore, but it was easy enough to find his — easier still to phase through the wall and see what new things he's gotten.
Already wearing his trenchcoat (which utterly dwarfs her) over her own sweater, she reaches for his visor next, turning it over in her hands. ]
The hell is this? Some weird pair of glasses?
[ She's never seen a visor before... she's from 500AD. She holds it over her own eyes, and while it doesn't even begin to fit her, she's amused enough by just looking through it.
... Funny, that almost looks like 76 standing in the doorway... ]
Yo, old man. [ No remorse whatsoever. ] Looks like you got some good stuff.
ii, sort of
Already wearing his trenchcoat (which utterly dwarfs her) over her own sweater, she reaches for his visor next, turning it over in her hands. ]
The hell is this? Some weird pair of glasses?
[ She's never seen a visor before... she's from 500AD. She holds it over her own eyes, and while it doesn't even begin to fit her, she's amused enough by just looking through it.
... Funny, that almost looks like 76 standing in the doorway... ]
Yo, old man. [ No remorse whatsoever. ] Looks like you got some good stuff.