Catherine shakes her head, rubbing her scarred cheekbone with one gauntlet. "Nah, you take that, I got options. Besides, Jen seems sweet on the two of you, better that you not get killed."
Jen nodnodnodnods and beams. "I do morale. Catherine punches butts."
The Brujah chortles. "Yeah, well, I just wish I had my hands on a few fitting sets of body armor. These days I'm back to stitchin' 'em out of leather, damn it."
Jen peers at Donald. "Do you heal fast like the big woofies?"
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Date: 2014-08-20 01:29 am (UTC)Jen nodnodnodnods and beams. "I do morale. Catherine punches butts."
The Brujah chortles. "Yeah, well, I just wish I had my hands on a few fitting sets of body armor. These days I'm back to stitchin' 'em out of leather, damn it."
Jen peers at Donald. "Do you heal fast like the big woofies?"