[he probably recognizes her a lot faster than she recognizes him. Zhas has weird eyes and a distinctive pointy face, even without all the paint... but he can pick her face out of his memories of Nux's little video feeds. that boy drags his communicator everywhere, is always asking the same woman questions. he was still deferring to her in that last fight; the hunter hasn't said anything, for several reasons, but he would have been stupid not to notice.
he looks her over a little, noting the arm--but at least he doesn't lean away or frown or seem at all bothered by her being there. he nods.]
You're on First Breath.
[not that he looked her up, but he... might have looked her up. his voice holds all of he human warmth of a particularly monotone gravel driveway.]
aw yes
he looks her over a little, noting the arm--but at least he doesn't lean away or frown or seem at all bothered by her being there. he nods.]
You're on First Breath.
[not that he looked her up, but he... might have looked her up. his voice holds all of he human warmth of a particularly monotone gravel driveway.]