[Alex's efforts earn her a stare. Right. This was one of those greeting things, wasn't it? She's... mostly sure this was how the Cocoonites did it.]
[After several beats of leaving the other woman hanging, Fang extends her own arm and takes the hand. There's an awkwardness to it; no real grip to it, no little shake, and other little notes of someone imitating something they've seen without ever having done it.]
no subject
[After several beats of leaving the other woman hanging, Fang extends her own arm and takes the hand. There's an awkwardness to it; no real grip to it, no little shake, and other little notes of someone imitating something they've seen without ever having done it.]
Name's Fang.