A corner of Quinn's mouth quirked in a wry half-smile. Most modern folk probably didn't realize the actual genesis of that particular gesture. "Longbowman, were you?"
She tilted her head and thought about what he said. The visual of his body continuing to wander the ages without a head seemed morbidly humourous, but she didn't think he'd appreciate the idea.
"Still," she replied, clearing her throat. "Stands t'reason that a body cannae live without th'brain, but that's another thing I'll ask about. Providin' there's no other cure."
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Date: 22 Aug 2008 01:26 am (UTC)She tilted her head and thought about what he said. The visual of his body continuing to wander the ages without a head seemed morbidly humourous, but she didn't think he'd appreciate the idea.
"Still," she replied, clearing her throat. "Stands t'reason that a body cannae live without th'brain, but that's another thing I'll ask about. Providin' there's no other cure."