( Ciri blinks, hands already up and posture set for defense despite the fact she's standing in a gown, and not in tunic and trousers. The odd looking bottle does manage to be readable to her, which she's not sure should be true, but is. Brow furrowing, Ciri reaches out to pluck the bottle from Gina's hands, turning it around to read the word splashed across the front, along with a horse. That is most definitely a horse. )
Mane 'n Tail?
( Is this really soap for horses. Is that what this is. Is there a horse in this station? She hasn't seen one, hasn't scented anything like a stables, but they're in the stars, apparently, what else could be true? Historically, horses don't seem to do well around her long term. A quiet, sobering thought, remembering Roach... and shaken off, for the time being.
She holds the bottle back out to the young woman who'd asked for its name in the first place. )
And Body, it says. 'Shampoo for shiny, manageable hair."
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Mane 'n Tail?
( Is this really soap for horses. Is that what this is. Is there a horse in this station? She hasn't seen one, hasn't scented anything like a stables, but they're in the stars, apparently, what else could be true? Historically, horses don't seem to do well around her long term. A quiet, sobering thought, remembering Roach... and shaken off, for the time being.
She holds the bottle back out to the young woman who'd asked for its name in the first place. )
And Body, it says. 'Shampoo for shiny, manageable hair."