It's better than nothing. Come on, let's get inside.
[She isn't thrown by the state of the cabin- not after having hidden in old St. Lewis, and in a world devastated by the war between the Votans and the humans there are a lot of abandoned houses. She brushes the snow off her coat and stomps her boots, and then finally pulls off her hat to slap it against her thigh to shake the snow off.]
[It's frugal, too. She doesn't even know if there will be food, but if the snow lets up in the morning they might be alright. The kitchen seems to be barren, and no refrigerator to be seen (though that doesn't say much, because surely that food would be spoiled).]
[There's a chair with a sheet over it, and she goes over to that and plops into it without pulling off the fabric. She looks dryly at Armin, her scaled face appearing exhausted for all that it barely expressed emotion, and she replaced her hat on her snake-patterned head.]
You can call me Doctor Yewll by the way. Or Doc. Most people do.
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[She isn't thrown by the state of the cabin- not after having hidden in old St. Lewis, and in a world devastated by the war between the Votans and the humans there are a lot of abandoned houses. She brushes the snow off her coat and stomps her boots, and then finally pulls off her hat to slap it against her thigh to shake the snow off.]
[It's frugal, too. She doesn't even know if there will be food, but if the snow lets up in the morning they might be alright. The kitchen seems to be barren, and no refrigerator to be seen (though that doesn't say much, because surely that food would be spoiled).]
[There's a chair with a sheet over it, and she goes over to that and plops into it without pulling off the fabric. She looks dryly at Armin, her scaled face appearing exhausted for all that it barely expressed emotion, and she replaced her hat on her snake-patterned head.]
You can call me Doctor Yewll by the way. Or Doc. Most people do.