( It's perfectly fine to have other priorities, isn't it? She thinks so, anyway. She wouldn't find fault in his lack of sympathy if she were tender enough to be offended by something so small, though: if she were so tender in the first place, perhaps that understanding would be beyond her grasp.
As it stands, she will gladly accept being considered useful in someone's eyes. Especially if she can actually help them. That's all that really matters to her in the end; helping others and giving them someone to turn to, when they're otherwise alone in this place. To hear she's special would simply be flattering. And even if he falls a touch short on social niceties, she's not found him unpleasant or difficult to converse with in the least. And she hasn't found him rude, either. There is nothing to doubt.
Angela does have a knack for finding the good in others; let her have a go with you, Caim. Perhaps she'll be able to show you something you may have thought lost along the way, only for it to have been buried deep.
That look on his face is more than reward for her time and "effort", little as it may have been. Her smile doesn't fade the entire time he fiddles with the sound of the voice, gentle though it may be and interrupted with the bites she takes, a quiet curl of the corners as fond as anything. The accent tips up, the tone rasps, and he ends up sounding a bit younger than her initial impression. Perhaps it's just been some time, or his impression of his voice skewed younger. She always thinks she does better at hiding the slight Germanic accent still left to her syllables until she sees some newscast or another recording her, and realizes she's erased as much as possible and just has to deal with the remainder.
The device speaks his thanks for him and she inclines her head graciously, smile spreading. )
Of course. Anything to make life a little easier for one another, here. I'm happy to have helped. Just don't let a newfound voice keep you from eating, hmm?
( And her tone curls up at the ends with her good humor, just a bit teasing. She doesn't mind sharing, and if he opts to order something whenever the waitress returns, well. Lunch is on her unless he argues with her. )
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As it stands, she will gladly accept being considered useful in someone's eyes. Especially if she can actually help them. That's all that really matters to her in the end; helping others and giving them someone to turn to, when they're otherwise alone in this place. To hear she's special would simply be flattering. And even if he falls a touch short on social niceties, she's not found him unpleasant or difficult to converse with in the least. And she hasn't found him rude, either. There is nothing to doubt.
Angela does have a knack for finding the good in others; let her have a go with you, Caim. Perhaps she'll be able to show you something you may have thought lost along the way, only for it to have been buried deep.
That look on his face is more than reward for her time and "effort", little as it may have been. Her smile doesn't fade the entire time he fiddles with the sound of the voice, gentle though it may be and interrupted with the bites she takes, a quiet curl of the corners as fond as anything. The accent tips up, the tone rasps, and he ends up sounding a bit younger than her initial impression. Perhaps it's just been some time, or his impression of his voice skewed younger. She always thinks she does better at hiding the slight Germanic accent still left to her syllables until she sees some newscast or another recording her, and realizes she's erased as much as possible and just has to deal with the remainder.
The device speaks his thanks for him and she inclines her head graciously, smile spreading. )
Of course. Anything to make life a little easier for one another, here. I'm happy to have helped. Just don't let a newfound voice keep you from eating, hmm?
( And her tone curls up at the ends with her good humor, just a bit teasing. She doesn't mind sharing, and if he opts to order something whenever the waitress returns, well. Lunch is on her unless he argues with her. )