Etheyl Woodwell Thu Jun 25, 2015 5:06 pm
Etheyl looks up at Crumnley, a little surprised. She blushes, and smiles sheepishly. Meanwhile, two unconscious men lie behind her, knocked on their asses.
"I...thanks. Guess that means you should get closer more often," she teases, her shy smile gaining a little hint of mischief.
She picks up one of his canisters, turning it around. "Eh, uh...okay, sure." She sets up the tripod and flashes him a grin. "Should I ask, or is it a surprise?"