Oops. Between the little jump and the slamming of the notebook it deemed like he'd startled her. Tal's scowl deepened with embarrassment and he reached up to rub at the back of his neck, looking away as she gathered up her game. Although instead of putting them away she started to shuffle them, and the courier glanced back from the corner of his eye and cleared his throat.
"Tal," he offered laconically. "Tal Seawright. Sorry t'interrupt. Y'can keep goin' with your solitaire, long as I've got enough space for my food when it comes." She seemed as prickly as he was, and about as eager for the unwelcome company. At least he could try and stay out of her way since she'd been there first.
But he was hungry enough to throw hands if there wasn't enough space on the table for his food when it arrived!
"Tal," he offered laconically. "Tal Seawright. Sorry t'interrupt. Y'can keep goin' with your solitaire, long as I've got enough space for my food when it comes." She seemed as prickly as he was, and about as eager for the unwelcome company. At least he could try and stay out of her way since she'd been there first.
But he was hungry enough to throw hands if there wasn't enough space on the table for his food when it arrived!
