Awkward gave what awkward got and awkward was what they had in spades.
It was comedic in an absurdist way, though Mel didn't think that laughing at someone that looked like they could step on you by accident if you got underfoot was the ideal display of diplomatic intelligence. Still, she could see the humor of it, and it helped especially as she mentally reassured herself that this strange shoe-warrior was not actually a threat. She was getting rather good at lying to herself since arriving on Caido. Sometimes she felt like it was the only thing keeping her from simply giving up.
Are even supported her lie with a joke, to which she responded with a decidedly unladylike snicker, raising her right hand to cover her mouth. Before lowering her right arm to her side she rubbed at a point between her eyebrows, clearing her throat as he foisted the topic back on her. Like many things, she did not know what to say, dark eyes darting away toward the floor, then back to him with an expression of bewilderment. "I... s...uppose...?"
Profession. She hadn't thought seriously about a job, not because she was lazy, but rather overwhelmed. "I don't... really know. I suppose I'll have to decide soon, won't I? I wasn't much use when I first arrived, this is one of my first days out, actually. The leg is finally cooperating." Stomping her left foot she gave a sheepish giggle. "Maybe tailoring? Maybe books?" Her heart sank as she considered her options. They sounded so... sedentary... so... boring. Maybe once these might have satisfied her but then again, once she had been an entire person.
Melinoë cracked a grin. "Suppose that's the benefit of waking up in a new world - you be whoever you say you are... So long as you have the skills to back it up."
It was comedic in an absurdist way, though Mel didn't think that laughing at someone that looked like they could step on you by accident if you got underfoot was the ideal display of diplomatic intelligence. Still, she could see the humor of it, and it helped especially as she mentally reassured herself that this strange shoe-warrior was not actually a threat. She was getting rather good at lying to herself since arriving on Caido. Sometimes she felt like it was the only thing keeping her from simply giving up.
Are even supported her lie with a joke, to which she responded with a decidedly unladylike snicker, raising her right hand to cover her mouth. Before lowering her right arm to her side she rubbed at a point between her eyebrows, clearing her throat as he foisted the topic back on her. Like many things, she did not know what to say, dark eyes darting away toward the floor, then back to him with an expression of bewilderment. "I... s...uppose...?"
Profession. She hadn't thought seriously about a job, not because she was lazy, but rather overwhelmed. "I don't... really know. I suppose I'll have to decide soon, won't I? I wasn't much use when I first arrived, this is one of my first days out, actually. The leg is finally cooperating." Stomping her left foot she gave a sheepish giggle. "Maybe tailoring? Maybe books?" Her heart sank as she considered her options. They sounded so... sedentary... so... boring. Maybe once these might have satisfied her but then again, once she had been an entire person.
Melinoë cracked a grin. "Suppose that's the benefit of waking up in a new world - you be whoever you say you are... So long as you have the skills to back it up."
