Re: Top Deck, away from the bridge
The sound of his laugh, rough though it was, made her smile curve a little deeper. "I know the drill," she confirmed, easing one leg back over the railing to straddle it and face him, knees wide, the bare soles of her feet turned in to press flat against the barricade. Her fingers looped loosely around the rail itself, claws doing little good to dig in to the metal parts of it, giving little clicks instead.
She had already started a mental countdown for how long he would linger, but gave no outward sign of it. There was likely something she would say or do that would chase him away, even if she wasn't doing it on purpose. It had almost become a game now: how long before someone moved away.
A glance to the side, down toward the water, finally brought a shiver to her spine, and she shook her head. "You're probably right. It's cold enough as it is." Of course it would be, with only her shorts and thin t-shirt to shield her from the wind and humidity off the water. The small areas of fur, at ear and tail, were hardly enough to help cover her, her hair doing more along that line, though it kept lifting and twisting with the wind, leaving her face half-hidden most of the time.