[Pearl inhales sharply, that hand being so close to her face so boldly. When he does tug down that scarf of hers, more of that blue hue can be seen yet again. Her eyes glance from his hand and back up at him, almost looking stubborn, cheeks ballooning.

They survived. Yes, that.. was an accomplishment in itself. Living day to day. And she's made it this far, in the approximate three or so months she's been here.

Pearl sighs heavily through her nostrils before she gently paws his hand away from her scarf, willing herself to float back a little further.]

There's nothing to be won here. We're just under ALASTAIR's thumb at the moment. [Again, she tugs that scarf up, this time, over her nose, her eyes returning to the city below them, framed by her ballet flats.]

We're equals, remember? I don't want to impose upon you in which Gems did to Pearls back on Homeworld. You're not an accessory. You're a person.