She leaned against the hat while he began to look. Honestly, he dressed more like a girl than she had ever managed to in her life. And she had worn a dress once or twice. Still didn't beat him. Sador didn't seem to mind it, though. She followed the man, close at his heels, nose to the ground like she somehow understood what he was doing and wanted to help. Or maybe she just really needed to pee and was trying to find the right spot. Never could be sure with animals.
Her eyes narrow at the use of the word 'little.' Even if it were true, there's something in her brain that simply protests. But don't bite the hand that feeds you... or the one trying to unshrink you, apparently. "Starbuck...." she says, then after a pause, "Kara. Kara Thrace. Starbuck is my callsign. What about you?"
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:37 pm (UTC)Her eyes narrow at the use of the word 'little.' Even if it were true, there's something in her brain that simply protests. But don't bite the hand that feeds you... or the one trying to unshrink you, apparently. "Starbuck...." she says, then after a pause, "Kara. Kara Thrace. Starbuck is my callsign. What about you?"