“Rathskeller is yours?” Maybe he ought not be so surprised, but he is. Seiji pauses only to stow his things before accepting her hand and rising nimbly to his feet. Somehow, he had never really thought about who owned the bar. Of course someone had to. Though if Seiji were to picture such a person, it would likely not be the calm, dark-haired woman before him.
“I would like to help,” he manages, nodding. “If I can. It is much harder to be helpless inside, I think.” Powerless, he means. Listening to the screams of the dying, or the already dead — whatever they are. “Very kind of you to let everyone in here,” Seiji adds. His eyes skate over her face, considering. Though he does not know her, he knows much about her already, doesn’t he? That she must be a generous person. And a capable one. "My name is Seiji," he returns with a smile. "I'm happy I can thank you in person."
“It’s a good thing we have strong walls,” he adds, talkative now he has someone to talk to, the words running just a little fast over his tongue.
“I would like to help,” he manages, nodding. “If I can. It is much harder to be helpless inside, I think.” Powerless, he means. Listening to the screams of the dying, or the already dead — whatever they are. “Very kind of you to let everyone in here,” Seiji adds. His eyes skate over her face, considering. Though he does not know her, he knows much about her already, doesn’t he? That she must be a generous person. And a capable one. "My name is Seiji," he returns with a smile. "I'm happy I can thank you in person."
“It’s a good thing we have strong walls,” he adds, talkative now he has someone to talk to, the words running just a little fast over his tongue.
