Moray nods, adding that knowledge to his mental collage of Kara - and knocking half the damn thing off, rattling the picture he'd started to put together. Well, that was what he got for trying to figure her out, he guesses.
"Well, at least it's not the dunce corner," he notes, and sets the horn up on the shelf, then steps back to stand next to Kara, surveying the lost list of trophies she's secured from all over the place. "We'll have to bring one back from the Sierra, I guess."
There's something about her stillness that lights a frission of energy through his hands and shoulders; it seethes, uncomfortable and making his hands want to move. What he'll do with them is beyond Moray; but something about the way Kara is uncertain he finds intolerable.
Then Hrolf takes the decision out of his hands by yanking the monkey fist out of Kara's hand and swinging it around to thwap her in the thigh with it, then takes off down a hallway towards, presumably, his own adventure.
"Well, at least it's not the dunce corner," he notes, and sets the horn up on the shelf, then steps back to stand next to Kara, surveying the lost list of trophies she's secured from all over the place. "We'll have to bring one back from the Sierra, I guess."
There's something about her stillness that lights a frission of energy through his hands and shoulders; it seethes, uncomfortable and making his hands want to move. What he'll do with them is beyond Moray; but something about the way Kara is uncertain he finds intolerable.
Then Hrolf takes the decision out of his hands by yanking the monkey fist out of Kara's hand and swinging it around to thwap her in the thigh with it, then takes off down a hallway towards, presumably, his own adventure.