[ It had to come to a shock - Elizabeth's so... different. Her words less vulnerable and more lashing out. It's self-depreciating, but not as worse as it could be.
Up she goes, following him and when she sees the silver arm on the desk, she freezes. She's drawn to it, moving to near his desk but not dare touching it unless he gives her permission. ]
Are you looking for a key here as well?
[ It's an off handed question but she just... can't pull her eyes away. It's casual talk - petty before she asks the hard-hitting questions that she severely doubts he would care about. She thinks of Rhys, how the only thing that's left behind... god, she feels sick and turns away for a moment, pressing her hand to her collarbone.
She lets him tend to the coffee, while she to the conversation. ]
I'm assuming this is more personal than anything to do with your mission. I don't blame you. Having one hand is an awful big disadvantage.
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[ It had to come to a shock - Elizabeth's so... different. Her words less vulnerable and more lashing out. It's self-depreciating, but not as worse as it could be.
Up she goes, following him and when she sees the silver arm on the desk, she freezes. She's drawn to it, moving to near his desk but not dare touching it unless he gives her permission. ]
Are you looking for a key here as well?
[ It's an off handed question but she just... can't pull her eyes away. It's casual talk - petty before she asks the hard-hitting questions that she severely doubts he would care about. She thinks of Rhys, how the only thing that's left behind... god, she feels sick and turns away for a moment, pressing her hand to her collarbone.
She lets him tend to the coffee, while she to the conversation. ]
I'm assuming this is more personal than anything to do with your mission. I don't blame you. Having one hand is an awful big disadvantage.