"I know someone you should get along with very well," Oriko observes with a chuckle. "She has quite the sweet tooth, herself."
There's something about their closeness that surprises her, if only because she's newly introduced to it. She doesn't bother indicating that she has started to wonder if leaving, for her, is even an option.
"It'd be a shame if the crash grounded it permanently. Since my arrival I'd hoped to help expand the feed of information. Maybe this will do it."
When Nitoh starts to slip, Oriko reacts remotely: a tensing of muscles, a quick flex of her arm.
"Unfortunately, that happens when your furniture is alive, Mr. Nitoh." It sounds good humored enough, but exasperation is thinly-veiled somewhere in her tone. "I could offer you my seat, if you'd like."
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There's something about their closeness that surprises her, if only because she's newly introduced to it. She doesn't bother indicating that she has started to wonder if leaving, for her, is even an option.
"It'd be a shame if the crash grounded it permanently. Since my arrival I'd hoped to help expand the feed of information. Maybe this will do it."
When Nitoh starts to slip, Oriko reacts remotely: a tensing of muscles, a quick flex of her arm.
"Unfortunately, that happens when your furniture is alive, Mr. Nitoh." It sounds good humored enough, but exasperation is thinly-veiled somewhere in her tone. "I could offer you my seat, if you'd like."