A freckled nose was poised an inch from the tangled wires of her next drone when the acidic velvet voice pierced her intent attentions, "I said, I need to go into the pier district."
Daisy looked up at the elf from her crouching position over the fetal drone, blue eyes taking a moment to focus on the non-mechanical form, "Petunia's resting." Daisy grinned, the gap in her front teeth closed with her tongue pushing to it.
The female scoffed down at the freckled little human, putting her a hand on her hips as the other motioned around the run down and filthy club that served as the Black Crow's hangout, "Believe me, you're not my first choice for a ride! How old are you? Eight? You shouldn't even be able to drive!"
Scowling, Daisy stood, only coming up to the elf's collarbone, even though her race was only five foot five at most. Daisy was shorter. "Look, fairy-folk female number one. Petunia is resting." She poked her hard in her breastbone with a thickly gloved finger, "And I'm fifteen! If you're so well-connected, so buy yourself a ride from some elf-wannabe!"
A smirk curved the creature's lips, Daisy was wearing pigtails, a sunny yellow dress and had a constellation of freckles on her face. Her boyish figure certainly made it easy to mistake her for not only a child, but one that couldn't hurt a fly. "Van, now." She shoved Daisy, causing her to stumble over her unborn drone. But when she righted herself, the elf only had to look into the girl's unfocused eyes to realize it had been a bad idea. Especially when the roto-drone flew from its place in the corner to level its sub-machine guns with her pointy ears.
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