[vi grins at the words, she can't not - she's been ping-ponging back between solemnity and smiling ever since she walked in. it's not the worst kind of whiplash - there's a lot happening, and yeah, this is what they agreed to - a sort of i'll show you mine if you show me yours - but. but. this is deeper than that. there are scars here, real and metaphorical, and she thinks maybe saeri doesn't just do this, you know, on the regular.

but it's the unexpected gesture, the brush of the girl's fingers over her own that causes vi to suck in air through her teeth. and blink.]

We could? [why did that come out like a question?] We should. We should do that, because that's why I'm...

[vi's not used to honest estimations in this context either - that kind of praise? it's different when it's after launching a couple goons into the alley air, but here the words have a different weight. it's a weight in her chest that makes it hard to swallow, harder still to find words, so what she does - at first - is cover those fingers with her other hand. why? how are people like this here? she's unguarded in her words now.]

...thanks. We're both badasses, I guess.

[just a couple of awkward badasses, sure, sure.]

If we're gonna do that, I should probably show you what you're working with.