[The voice is familiar, the name 'Barkley' is certainly not.
She turns on her heel, hair seemingly longer than before, so much so that she's redone it to a style that's more manageable than just her usual fishtail braid.]
Nate?
[It takes a full second to register it's Nate, and Barkley the dog she'd built him, and it's Nate.
Physical touch is seldom offered from Isha. It's reserved for a special sort of person, a fellow jackass sometimes.
She's throwing her arms around him in a tight hug as soon as she's within his space.]
the lab is on fire 80% of the time
She turns on her heel, hair seemingly longer than before, so much so that she's redone it to a style that's more manageable than just her usual fishtail braid.]
Nate?
[It takes a full second to register it's Nate, and Barkley the dog she'd built him, and it's Nate.
Physical touch is seldom offered from Isha. It's reserved for a special sort of person, a fellow jackass sometimes.
She's throwing her arms around him in a tight hug as soon as she's within his space.]
Bloody hell, you're still here.