[It... would be nice to say that Caim actually cared if he offended her or not. That would nice, but... unfortunately not realistic. At least, not at this stage of the game. Crazier things have happened and maybe one day when he's not so obsessed with himself and his own brooding anguish, his eyes might just notice that there's people outside of himself and immediate family that actually matter.
Angela's niceties, however, put him in a good starting direction. He doesn't know that this kind of technology is likely commonplace with many of the people in Lunatia, and as such doesn't know he probably could have gone to just about anyone. To him, Angela is special because of the knowledge she has. Useful, might be a better term for it. He's merely appreciative that she doesn't mind helping him when he's... Well. The kind of person that he is, whether she knows better or not.
Maybe she just sees something in him that he doesn't. A woman of intuition. There's been a shortage of clever women in his life, admittedly. He doesn't know what to make of that possibility.
When she's done, she offers over his device with her explanation and demonstration. He's... astounded, is the best way to put it and his expression is transparent enough. He sets down the piece of bread he was previously enamoured with and turns his attention onto what will bring him one step closer to a device.
...What a fascinating object.
He fiddles with the settings, going through his options, highs and lows, and picks something that sounds familiar to the voice he remembers once having. Or something like it. It's not a perfect match, but it's close enough that no one else will know the difference.]
"I see. Your assistance is... appreciated."
[He's just no good at thanking people, probably hasn't done that in years. But there's no denying that she's gone out of her way to help him.]
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Angela's niceties, however, put him in a good starting direction. He doesn't know that this kind of technology is likely commonplace with many of the people in Lunatia, and as such doesn't know he probably could have gone to just about anyone. To him, Angela is special because of the knowledge she has. Useful, might be a better term for it. He's merely appreciative that she doesn't mind helping him when he's... Well. The kind of person that he is, whether she knows better or not.
Maybe she just sees something in him that he doesn't. A woman of intuition. There's been a shortage of clever women in his life, admittedly. He doesn't know what to make of that possibility.
When she's done, she offers over his device with her explanation and demonstration. He's... astounded, is the best way to put it and his expression is transparent enough. He sets down the piece of bread he was previously enamoured with and turns his attention onto what will bring him one step closer to a device.
...What a fascinating object.
He fiddles with the settings, going through his options, highs and lows, and picks something that sounds familiar to the voice he remembers once having. Or something like it. It's not a perfect match, but it's close enough that no one else will know the difference.]
"I see. Your assistance is... appreciated."
[He's just no good at thanking people, probably hasn't done that in years. But there's no denying that she's gone out of her way to help him.]