Tarmac - Outside the Eucharis
Sienna peered back at Natsumi's big red eyes, knowing it was written all over her face that she was feeling particularly vulnerable at that moment. She hadn't heard anyone tell her anything like that before, at least not since she left home. The Neko's insistence on reaching out to her had made her suspicious at first, but for some reason she really wanted to believe that Natsumi was sincere. And the fact that she felt compelled to violate one of the cardinal rules of what had kept her alive this long combined with the way Natsumi's unexpected advance had blindsided her was both deeply troubling and incredibly infuriating. Stubbornly she looked away and cleared her throat, feigning interest in looking at the skyline of the nearby city away from the afternoon sun.
"Listen," she said softly, refusing to meet Natsumi's eyes. "I know what you're trying to do, and I don't wanna sound like a bitch. But you don't know the first thing about me." She ran the fingers of her right hand through her hair, and let them come to rest hanging off of the back of her neck as she turned her head slightly further away, her eyes focused on an arbitrary spot on the horizon. "Y'all did me a big favor getting me out of Urtullan, and I'm grateful. I needed y'all's ship. But I don't need your pity." Finally she turned and looked back at the Neko, steadying her gaze and forcing a tight-lipped smile, making sure she looked as reassuringly at peace as possible. But her eyes were set like green-hued steel. "You call me a friend, and I'll admit, I guess I'd like that," she added. "But don't go digging where you don't belong."