dear_mun | bringing her out again

[ Cortana is seated in a beanbaggie chair. She has some Blarghbucks mocha latte in her hands and she has her legs out in front of her, straight out, her feet bare, toes wiggling every so often as Cortana tries to get used to have muscles and tendons and flesh all together. It's weird that it's only been a few months and she still hasn't gotten used to this concept of being human. Well. Not a concept per-say, more like a reality. ]

So. [ She starts off, turning her head, looking from left to right once and twice of the strange world she's in, before turning to look back at her jun. ] Are we really going to do this? I'm not against going somewhere -- it sounds much nicer than being stuck in...there.

[ She lifts her latte to her lips and takes a small sip. It's sweet. And bitter. She still finds it too strong, but the feeling of that is powerful, and Cortana wants to keep feeling it. Feeling human. ] Just do me a favor? Don't get ahead of yourself. You're no Chief, but you're certainly important to me. Got that?

Okay. Then I guess that's it.