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[waytodie]

[Her hair is in two messy twin braids. Her eyes are glassy. The sharp-eyed might notice she's probably, definitely drunk. The less-so might just assume she's overly tired. Her tongue presses into her cheek as she considers how to start this one, but in the end she just rips the bandaid off quickly: ]

So, tell me, how is it that you handle grief?

[She probably won't be elaborating on why she's asking, unless she has a certain level of familiarity with you, but you can try. People closest to her probably already know what this is really about: Her sister is gone. From Moorecroft. From Etraya. From the top side of the dirt. Gone and back to dead, and Yelena is spiraling.]

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[doctopoda]

Otto wouldn't have been offended. He knows how he looks. He did consider whether or not to mention it before coming, but...he just couldn't make himself do it. Who wants to give out disclaimers about their terrible inhuman appearance every time they meet someone new?

So he appreciates the poker face, even if he suspects it is one. And he's not really offended to have it brought up either; frankly it'd be probably be strange if we all just pretended they weren't there.

"Oh, yes? Is she a scientist?" He isn't doing much to restrain the actuators right now, so one is watching her while the others seem to be idly keeping an eye on the room. Otto himself ignores them entirely, taking a sip of his drink. He hasn't removed his sunglasses even after settling down indoors. It's dimmer in here, yes, but not that dim.