[ his reasoning for steering the question her way is in seeing that she seems to fit even less into this place than he does, expression reading like someone had to twist her out of bed than any personal choice she'd made herself. always possible that she's an outsider like he is, though he can't guarantee she'd actually have any answers that can prove useful to his own plans.
especially when she can't point the way to priority number one. ]
What, you looking to get in on it too? [ for a moment, he sounds distracted enough, eyes peering around the place, an indication that he's still on the hunt for what he's looking for, all the while actually maintaining observation for his own reasons.
but then he turns his eyes to her, face almost naturally stern despite the instinctive sarcasm that slips. ] Cause you look pretty cozy already with that β what is that, oatmeal?
no subject
especially when she can't point the way to priority number one. ]
What, you looking to get in on it too? [ for a moment, he sounds distracted enough, eyes peering around the place, an indication that he's still on the hunt for what he's looking for, all the while actually maintaining observation for his own reasons.
but then he turns his eyes to her, face almost naturally stern despite the instinctive sarcasm that slips. ] Cause you look pretty cozy already with that β what is that, oatmeal?