[ The tap on the shoulder — delicate and polite — doesn't even register with Boothill, who can't feel touch in a long list of places. Maybe if she'd used an open palm, given him a shove. As it is, he doesn't even realize Hilda's there until she speaks, and then Boothill turns, getting an eyeful of the incongruous combination that is bright pink hair, as bright as Rappa's, and the tidy young woman it belongs to, who is definitely not Rappa. (He'd clocked her earlier across the central hut, the bright color standing out in the darkness, but dismissed it outright as soon as he realized she was as strange to him as the rest of them.)
Maybe that was a mistake. ]
Huh? [ He blinks down at her, visibly confused, because what have Vidyadhara got to do with people named Dan Heng? ] I mean, there's a Nameless on the Astral Express who I'm acquainted with named Dan Heng, an' he's from the Xianzhou...
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Maybe that was a mistake. ]
Huh? [ He blinks down at her, visibly confused, because what have Vidyadhara got to do with people named Dan Heng? ] I mean, there's a Nameless on the Astral Express who I'm acquainted with named Dan Heng, an' he's from the Xianzhou...