[ Samus navigates these markets with familiarity, her tall frame cutting through the crowd reasonably easily, though there's a visible stiffness in how she carries herself like she'd rather not be here too long if she can help it, arms held out at her sides as if to keep what space she gets. Her head swivels routinely across the crowd, hypervigilant.
It would be a lie to say she isn't earnestly partaking in shopping however, leaning over vendors and investigating wares; weapons, clothes, and food all get her interest. Samus is hungry.
She watches the samples, sees them move off trays and into other mouths before deeming them little risk. She looks down at Lucina, surprised someone other than the vendor wants to give her something. Why is that? Just to be kind? She slowly accepts the cup and looks at Lucina wryly. She knows that's an alien egg. It's probably delicious. ]
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It would be a lie to say she isn't earnestly partaking in shopping however, leaning over vendors and investigating wares; weapons, clothes, and food all get her interest. Samus is hungry.
She watches the samples, sees them move off trays and into other mouths before deeming them little risk. She looks down at Lucina, surprised someone other than the vendor wants to give her something. Why is that? Just to be kind? She slowly accepts the cup and looks at Lucina wryly. She knows that's an alien egg. It's probably delicious. ]
Can you only stomach one?