There was a small shrug at the Italian, having no clue what the elf was saying. “Whoa!” eyes wide, “Really?! Tree trunk size tentacles?! Wow! You have not led a dull life! So much actions and adventure!” truly enamored by the tale.
“Well, paint job gone or not, how much to we have to worry about this? If it’s rusting the outside, what’s it doing to the engine?” a bit of worry in her voice. If the truck died, it meant walking back, or finding a different Gate.
“Wait, pirates?” a smile appearing, “Now the Hedge has pirates?! Not that I would be surprised, anything and everything is possible in here. But good call on checking the engine.” Nodding. “Is there a way to build a truck to survive the Hedge? Maybe a special metal or something?” she asks, with no obvious objection to the turn off. But she does grip the gun a bit tighter, because it meant coming to a stop. And who know what or who would show up. Sapphires looking around for anything that would attack.
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