[ It's her duty? Well alright then; that earns her both a look of respect and a nod of acknowledgment. They're almost one and the same there, in that for Amos, it is his duty — he is a protector, these are his people — and not because these aren't her people, and yet she's doing it anyway.

Definitely the mark of a good person. (He wouldn't even care all that much if there was bloodshed, it's just easier for him that there isn't any.)

His back straightens at that cry of joy, posture correcting itself as he looks up proper. (Up, towards her eyes, her beaming face, because he is indeed the shorter party here.) And after a beat, he offers a small smile, because kindred spirits and whatnot. And because she's fun. ]

Yeah, there're a couple here. They're usually a bit higher class, less great for slamming drinks back and fucking around, [ and getting into bar brawls, which is also fun, and in Highstorm only ever really seems to happen at the arena, ] but after this workout, I could probably do with something more relaxing.

[ Let him ease into taking the edge off with something refined and expensive. The cheap shit has its place (and it is a good place), but that's not gonna be for him in the midst of an active crisis situation.

His voice turns playful. ]

If you can even handle that speed, Sunny.

[ She can save the burning down temples thing for when she's back in Springstar?? He'd have no problem with that. ]