"I won't," she said reassuringly. She frowned, taking a moment to look across the town's skyline. "You're right, though. I wonder why it's like that."
"Hm. Maybe they're just... not clean? I have no idea." He stepped away from the window, straightening the suit. "I hope the people aren't how I imagine them."
"Right. Right," he replied, sighing. As the left the ship, and entered the town, they would quickly learn the air was as dusty as the town, and it get to be as bad as to sting their noses when the took breaths. The people that went about their daily business, though, didn't seem to mind it, and even the children still ran around wildly. The buildings were surprisingly nice, and the community seemed very close-knit. The two would get a few odd looks, and there would be whispers, but nothing too unusual. Behind Poppy and Francis followed two overseers. At first glance they didn't seemed very threatening, but carried concealed weapons for any circumstance. (Sorry if I'm not typing that well today. I'm pretty tired, haha.)
(You're okay! No worries.) Poppy tried to breath through her mouth, her shoulders rising and falling with the action. "Hm," she said quietly. "I like it here, I think. It feels comfortable."
Francis frowned, looking around at all the people. "How? It hurts just to breathe here. These people must be crazy," he said quietly, as the started walking to the two cabs waiting nearby on the street. (Oh, good! I didn't get as much sleep as I had hoped last night.)
(Sleep is for the weak!) "They're probably just used to it," she replied. "You'd have to if you lived here, I suppose."
(Huzzah!) He opened one of the doors for her, watching as the overseers got into the other cab. "Perhaps. I don't think I could live here even if I wanted to."
She got in with a quick nod of thanks. "I dunno. I think it's quite sweet." She grinned over at him. "Yet again, opposites."
He got in from the other side, shutting the door quickly. "The dust has got to be bad for you, right? Just... inhaling it all the time. Gross."
"Maybe," she said with a frown. "But people just wouldn't live here if that was the case, right? It has to be at least semi-safe."
"It's possible," she said, looking unconvinced. She was quiet for a moment, watching as the landscape moved around them. "Are you nervous?" she asked eventually.
Her fingers intertwined with his easily and she took a moment to reply, weighing her words carefully. "After what happened last time, I don't think I'd be human if I wasn't a little nervous," she said evenly. "But my logical side keeps reminding me that we're much safer this time."
"Yeah. I doubt it will happen twice in a row," he said, watching their hands thoughtfully. "We'll be okay."
"We'd have to have terrible luck for that to happen," she said, turning away to look at him. She raised her eyebrow with a cheeky smile. "Perhaps we've jinxed it, though."
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes tracing his features. "Francis Craw," she said quietly, a small smile threatening to overtake her lips. "That's downright unprofessional."
