sixth wildling ➳ ( video )

[freewoman]

[She looks mostly amused at the whole ordeal, what people are making out of this.]

An' you lot couldn't understand why I choose not t'live in that metal buildin' o' yours. Well now you've some ship they say flies in the sky. I'll keep my camp, I think.

( private to thorin )

You managed t'stay safe? [Her worried? Nope, she won't admit it.]

( end of message )

( private to remy )

Do I even have t'ask if you're well? If y'need a place, you've already had me furs.

( end of message )

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[curatesecrets]

I saw that the apartments proper are an absolute mess. Mind filling the new guy in?

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[freewoman]

I'd be the wrong one t'go to. I never stayed there.

[curatesecrets]

Just my luck. Sounds like it worked out well for you, though.

[freewoman]

Aye. I've me own camp. They can keep their own metal buildin's with their modern fancies. I've warm furs, a fire t'cook, and strong stone t'lie under and keep me safe.

[curatesecrets]

Wow. You really do like to keep it simple. [a pause] I at least need plumbing. And some kind of mattress. Bad back, and all that, sort of a mild scoliosis, comes from --

You know, this isn't sharing day, never mind. [AHEM] Let's try this again. I'm Artie.

[freewoman]

[What??]

Ygritte. [She narrows her eyes and watches him. He's peculiar, but she finds most modern people like that.]

[curatesecrets]

Nice to meet you, then. So you haven't lived in the provided housing at all? Any particular reason why not? I mean, other than the simplicity.

[freewoman]

Because it's a giant target. [She doesn't voice it, but there's a look that says, 'idiot'.]

[curatesecrets]

You don't need to worry about the size of a target, just the quality of its defenses. [said the Cold War spy, arching his impressive eyebrows in a look that says much the same with a hint of "don't assume I'm dumb just because I'm new"]

[freewoman]

And clearly it don't have none if a metal ship can crash into its side.

[curatesecrets]

Are you telling me you know about a form of defense that could keep something that massive from happening?

[freewoman]

Not livin' in a giant target would be a start.

[curatesecrets]

[oh, sass, fantastic. he WOULD strike up a conversation with someone who refused to be wrong or have the last word. birds of a feather. one problem: they don't agree]

Oh, and being out in the open during an air strike is totally sensible and safe for your health.

[freewoman]

You know nothing.

Good thing I ain't in the open. Some o' us don't need things made for us. We can do it ourselves. And better.

[curatesecrets]

[he sets his jaw, frowning. nngh. it takes every fibre in him to remind himself they're on the same side, and that he's too new here to burn bridges. he's not the senior agent anymore, he's the New Guy. pushing sixty, and this insolent girl who looks like she's barely a woman is his senior. yeah. he's not gonna lie to himself, it burns.]

Go ahead and let me know how that works out for you.

[freewoman]

I've been here six moons. You've been here, what? Half a fortnight. Yeah, good luck. [She scoffs at him.]

[curatesecrets]

[half a fortnight? who even talks like that anymore? he scowls] Just because I have less experience here hardly means I'm incapable of looking out for myself. I don't need luck.

[freewoman]

No, you're just an idiot that thinks he knows how it is here. It's people like you that find themselves in burnin' metal buildings. It's a war here, and you don't know how they're thinkin'.

[curatesecrets]

In my opinion, anyone who thinks they know someone they just met is the true idiot.

Enjoy your cave.

[Nielsen OUT.]