camila rose||21||mechanic||ship cabin||tags - hazel, calla, open
Camila nodded affirmatively to Hazel as she walked away, and turned her head to inspect the new person in the room. Since he was the only guy on the crew, Camila could assume he was Dorian Clarke. His entire posture was tense and his eyes held a glint of danger, which immediately set Camila on edge. Nodding in acknowledgement, Camila took up a more defensive posture, leaning back on the doorframe languidly, like a leopard poised to strike. Camila spotted her hand halfway to his back pocket and alarm bells immediately went off in her head. Silently cursing herself for leaving her shotgun in her quarters, Camila stared straight into his eyes challengingly. Oh Hazel, do hurry up before one of us ends up doing something rash. Camila thought to herself, dark eyes never leaving Dorian's green ones.

