Nadine stands when Geralt approaches. The oppressive feeling that's permeated her domain for so many months is finally gone, and she's glad of it. It's nothing she consciously controls, it just seems to flux with her own mood and state of mind. Which is considerably improved these days.
"Remember I tried to explain what a motorcycle was? This is a motorcycle. I've been thinking about it and I realized...I kind of missed having a motorcycle."
She approaches it and rests one hand on the front, eager to show it off to Geralt. She really thinks it's a machine he can appreciate.
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Nadine stands when Geralt approaches. The oppressive feeling that's permeated her domain for so many months is finally gone, and she's glad of it. It's nothing she consciously controls, it just seems to flux with her own mood and state of mind. Which is considerably improved these days.
"Remember I tried to explain what a motorcycle was? This is a motorcycle. I've been thinking about it and I realized...I kind of missed having a motorcycle."
She approaches it and rests one hand on the front, eager to show it off to Geralt. She really thinks it's a machine he can appreciate.