[ That's close enough, right? Good enough for government work, another phrase that used to send Dolls' eyes rolling, exasperated. But fondly so, she's sure of it.
Wynonna shifts in her seat, leaning forward to plant her elbows on her thighs, hands dangling between her knees, her gaze fixed on Thor. They're in this together – at least for the moment – so she'll go ahead and deliver these next lines with all the focus of a hunting bird. ]
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Wynonna shifts in her seat, leaning forward to plant her elbows on her thighs, hands dangling between her knees, her gaze fixed on Thor. They're in this together – at least for the moment – so she'll go ahead and deliver these next lines with all the focus of a hunting bird. ]
Kanga.
[ She arches her eyebrows, nods to him. ]