[ Feel certain in the fact that Lightning's just as confused about the New Feather dress as Shepard is. Her hand lays on her chest, pressed to where the top hem ends below skin that hardly seems any darker than the fabric, wet and pressed close- lighted only by what manages to make it through the storm clouds working to pump rain out overhead.
It should be enough to say that she has a very odd look on her face when she catches sight of the other woman with her umbrella... and simply stares at her when spoken to as if the words were in a language she has no chance of understanding.
Plus, you know, the last time they ran into each other with Lightning's back to a wall, she hadn't exactly had the ability to produce gunblades from thin air. Hanging at her side, the weapon she holds now is different than the one she'd had stolen from her by disgruntled, misplaced Cocoon residents... ]
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It should be enough to say that she has a very odd look on her face when she catches sight of the other woman with her umbrella... and simply stares at her when spoken to as if the words were in a language she has no chance of understanding.
Plus, you know, the last time they ran into each other with Lightning's back to a wall, she hadn't exactly had the ability to produce gunblades from thin air. Hanging at her side, the weapon she holds now is different than the one she'd had stolen from her by disgruntled, misplaced Cocoon residents... ]