A voice rings out, sweet and familiar but pitched with fear. Like an image slightly skewed; Seiji stills, his head turning toward the sound. His body goes tense, potential energy all climbing inward, prepared to move. But he is not afraid. Not the way the voice sounds (brittle).
"Hello," he says. He raises his voice only slightly, and his tone is cool, unbothered, some vestige of profesionalism he doesn't know about rising smoothly to the surface. There is no need to be afraid. True, he feels strangely peaceful here. It was almost lethargy a few moments ago, but the voice has called him to attention, and now he stirs slowly, peering forward at some sort of light, a figure with long hair, the familiar peal of her voice.
"Are you okay?" Seiji asks. He moves a step forward, hesitant, doing everything possible to avoid stoking her fear.
"Hello," he says. He raises his voice only slightly, and his tone is cool, unbothered, some vestige of profesionalism he doesn't know about rising smoothly to the surface. There is no need to be afraid. True, he feels strangely peaceful here. It was almost lethargy a few moments ago, but the voice has called him to attention, and now he stirs slowly, peering forward at some sort of light, a figure with long hair, the familiar peal of her voice.
"Are you okay?" Seiji asks. He moves a step forward, hesitant, doing everything possible to avoid stoking her fear.
