She managed not to roll her eyes at that comment. It was fair, after all. She did have to report to her superiors somehow back in Remnant, and that was frequently the best way if the information was more detailed than 'guess who?' The only person she'd ever been able to communicate with perfectly had been Roman, who just seemed to understand her after their time working together. But Roman had been special.
A quick nod while she looked back at him. He did seem out of sorts, for all that he put up a gruff front. His scan found resistance, but the resistance of a person who was cautious and well trained, not a person used to defending against actual psychic attack. A little resistance and then he could feel the emotions at the surface.
She was calm. Her emotions weren't a roiling or light-headed sort of sea. She didn't give off bubbly impressions like her somewhat ditzy smile might have indicated. There was a cold, methodical calculation to the way that she was looking at him. The guarded element fit with how she was cautiously gauging his physical reactions, the smallest ones. It was like she was sizing him up, getting a feel for 'better than me' or 'weaker than me.' She was a tiny bit nervous, and a latent hint of violence bubbled just beneath the surface, searching, yearning, hungering. She was a hunting dog, waiting to find the scent of its target.
Meanwhile, as that bit of her emotional state came through, she was tapping her lips, on the surface patient enough to wait, to see if he needed or wanted something.
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A quick nod while she looked back at him. He did seem out of sorts, for all that he put up a gruff front. His scan found resistance, but the resistance of a person who was cautious and well trained, not a person used to defending against actual psychic attack. A little resistance and then he could feel the emotions at the surface.
She was calm. Her emotions weren't a roiling or light-headed sort of sea. She didn't give off bubbly impressions like her somewhat ditzy smile might have indicated. There was a cold, methodical calculation to the way that she was looking at him. The guarded element fit with how she was cautiously gauging his physical reactions, the smallest ones. It was like she was sizing him up, getting a feel for 'better than me' or 'weaker than me.' She was a tiny bit nervous, and a latent hint of violence bubbled just beneath the surface, searching, yearning, hungering. She was a hunting dog, waiting to find the scent of its target.
Meanwhile, as that bit of her emotional state came through, she was tapping her lips, on the surface patient enough to wait, to see if he needed or wanted something.