Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic,
Taisce stood behind O'Brien, mostly with her gaze downward and a finger twirling half-absentmindedly at one of her curls. Nervous habit. Well that, and she was afraid if she made eye contact with him, he'd somehow read her mind and the whole surprise would be for naught. She glanced up at the jingle of the keys, and her breath stopped in her chest. She'd glanced at O'Brien as he glanced back at her.
"I don't blame you. Not with all the recent break ins and thefts," she shrugged, tugging slightly on her curl again. All of her possessions, save for her camo netting and bedding, fit in her backpack. She'd taken to keeping her machete near her bag but stopped carrying it on her person as much. She'd locked the M4 up in the supply room for the time being, she'd have felt weird having it at a birthday party. Machete it was.
As O'Brien made his way inside, she took the opportunity to retrieve her bag. She slung it over her shoulder before making her way into Chateau d'O'Brien to see what the birthday boy's reaction was.