[Winter pauses as she's stopped by Lily; the sudden shift in tone doesn't go unnoticed, and she nods, glancing down at the mirror pinned on her jacket to make sure it's still "transmitting" before she turns her gaze to match Lily's.
Not that any of this makes sense. Kids meals in at least four languages she recognizes litter the table, and while she doesn't understand what they're saying, the aliens arguing is cause for concern. She'd never seen them like this... and as much as she wants to believe it'll be okay, as her mind automatically supplies, they can't both be right - this might not end well.
Leaning out over Lily's arm, but trying to stay hidden, Winter struggles to get a better view.]
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Not that any of this makes sense. Kids meals in at least four languages she recognizes litter the table, and while she doesn't understand what they're saying, the aliens arguing is cause for concern. She'd never seen them like this... and as much as she wants to believe it'll be okay, as her mind automatically supplies, they can't both be right - this might not end well.
Leaning out over Lily's arm, but trying to stay hidden, Winter struggles to get a better view.]