"I have seen bigger, miss Trisha."
Van rubbed his nose as he still felt a tinge of a sting in it from hitting Nisha's decently sized bosoms. It would have probably been a more pleasant experience, if not for the fact that they were shielded by what seemed like leather armor.
"...It's Nisha." Nisha let out a deep sigh as she looked at the boy in front of her. "But seeing as you still know how my name sounds like, you still remember who I am, Van."
"Van, who's that? My name is Nath--"
"Stop it with the lies! I have heard your name being called numerous times already!"
"...Fine." Van could only shake his head in defeat.
"There's too much noise here, can we talk somewhere quieter?" Nisha slightly leaned closer to Van as her words were being drowned by the howlings of the prisoners.
"What for? Are you going to rap--"
"Whatever it is that you're thinking, it's not it! I just wanted to talk to you properly!"
