[Masumi watches Amos intently as he lifts, but not with any malice or hidden intent... although she does have to resist the urge to start mentally categorizing and analyzing every detail she can glean about him. It's an exercise in trust, really; as paranoid as she had to be back home, Masumi was well aware that she at least had to trust the other prisoners here if she wanted a chance of getting out of the dungeon, let alone back to Earth.
She's still a great detective, though, so even an idle, non-probing look might lead her to drawing a few conclusions about Amos.]
You can call me... Christie. Yours? [Masumi winks, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder at the surly-looking guard overseeing rec time. Her intent behind the gesture is clear: "It's not that I don't trust you with my real name, but I don't want to give the people imprisoning us any more information than I absolutely have to."]
masumi is really perceptive, you good w/her picking up stuff abt amos on casual look?
She's still a great detective, though, so even an idle, non-probing look might lead her to drawing a few conclusions about Amos.]
You can call me... Christie. Yours? [Masumi winks, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder at the surly-looking guard overseeing rec time. Her intent behind the gesture is clear: "It's not that I don't trust you with my real name, but I don't want to give the people imprisoning us any more information than I absolutely have to."]