[ her impatience falls to the wayside, forgotten, as he tries to focus. it's nostalgic to watch, to some degree, if only because it hadn't been so long ago that she had been in his position, forced to accept something new. her tracking abilities are still too rusty for her not to feel incredibly ridiculous (useless) when making the attempt, so she has little room (or desire, at that) to judge.
what's more troubling isn't the amount of concentration it takes, but the sharp inhale. she freezes when the sound seems to draw a glance, and only a glance, before relaxing the moment they're relatively alone again. if not for the belief she would hit his chin if she tried to cover his mouth in warning, she might have done so. ]
You're okay. [ she's not so certain that quiet reassurance is needed, but she rubs a brief series of circles into his forearm, giving him only a handful of seconds to adjust until it's back to business. ] The head honcho should have an office nearby. Ready?
[ 'should', meaning her mental layout of the institute isn't... as clear as it could be. ]
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what's more troubling isn't the amount of concentration it takes, but the sharp inhale. she freezes when the sound seems to draw a glance, and only a glance, before relaxing the moment they're relatively alone again. if not for the belief she would hit his chin if she tried to cover his mouth in warning, she might have done so. ]
You're okay. [ she's not so certain that quiet reassurance is needed, but she rubs a brief series of circles into his forearm, giving him only a handful of seconds to adjust until it's back to business. ] The head honcho should have an office nearby. Ready?
[ 'should', meaning her mental layout of the institute isn't... as clear as it could be. ]