[She doesn't have the kind of nose her old teacher, Wolverine, can boast, but she smells enough--enough to know that they're probably better off finding someplace else to be. What little she misses at home--people who disappeared, plans she couldn't complete--isn't at all wrapped up in the smell of sewers or subways.
Looking at people here--it makes her sick, in a literal sort of way. So she misses the exact way his gaze sticks on her. But it isn't exactly hard to guess what the silence might be. There's a level of trust involved that not everybody likes, here or at home: rely on the eyeless girl, the one who sounds like she's apologizing for existing if she doesn't know you too well and isn't too angry. It's something to wait out--maybe apologize for, occasionally get mad about. But if that's what's got him stuck, he resigns himself to it quickly enough.
And he talks like he's fine with following her lead. It's...different. Not at all a bad different. But compared to the people here who've lectured her at every turn, she can't help but notice as much.]
Depends. Pardon. We can yes, we can walk around, or-- [A shrug, her head turning back toward the way she came, for all the good it does her.] I can show you sorry the caves. [There's a pause, but not one that tends to invite reply--she's still poised to speak.] Yes. What's your name?
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Looking at people here--it makes her sick, in a literal sort of way. So she misses the exact way his gaze sticks on her. But it isn't exactly hard to guess what the silence might be. There's a level of trust involved that not everybody likes, here or at home: rely on the eyeless girl, the one who sounds like she's apologizing for existing if she doesn't know you too well and isn't too angry. It's something to wait out--maybe apologize for, occasionally get mad about. But if that's what's got him stuck, he resigns himself to it quickly enough.
And he talks like he's fine with following her lead. It's...different. Not at all a bad different. But compared to the people here who've lectured her at every turn, she can't help but notice as much.]
Depends. Pardon. We can yes, we can walk around, or-- [A shrug, her head turning back toward the way she came, for all the good it does her.] I can show you sorry the caves. [There's a pause, but not one that tends to invite reply--she's still poised to speak.] Yes. What's your name?