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[Heart's first awakening in Luceti is a relatively eventful and arguably fateful encounter with Richard Sharpe, in which there is a robot in his closet. Perhaps because she's used to enclosed spaces like this immediately before someone opens them, despite her internal flummoxing about the oddity of her being active again, she hasn't tried to bust out or anything, so it'll be a surprise once it's opened up]

[Later in the day though, after getting the introduction to Luceti in whatever manner it happened up there, Heart is aware of the situation! Aware, but not really caring right now, or all that curious. See, situations aren't something which interest the woman all that, people are. And it's perhaps for this reason there is a woman who is now in a different set of clothes than the New Feather dress (though probably nothing too flashy) sitting alone in the main square. But she's also observing people, following their movements with her eyes. She's not programmed to approach, but something in the moment's demeanor implies that she would like other people to approach her.

If nothing else, the fact she'll be sitting there until well after sundown unless people do and get her out of there is probably a thing. Once it becomes too late for her to reasonably expect anyone to be out though, she heads to the Welcome Center to take up one of the beds there for her rest. Encounter her and become a user(?!) at either location]

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Very, actually. [That's answered with a turn to face him. Going for the saber now would stand out too much, so instead she just runs a finger on the bedpost now that she made it that far. That lasts only a moment though, and goes back to her side after that. Oh well]

Going to get dressed first?

[ he curses himself for letting her past him -- she'd seemed so lost, a moment ago. hardly a threat. but now...? ]

Get yerself out in the hall, first, Miss Heart. [ and away from his precious sword. ]

[Sheesh, demanding fellow. Still, she's got no reason to object to that, and, tugging a little at the dress because it just doesn't seem right, anymore, she glides away from the bed and towards ... a door. She assumes he means this door, and glances back at him briefly wit ha smile to see- yeah, this door. Open, and out]

[ with heart removed from the immediate area, he could shrug his way into a shirt -- leaving its collar untied and the deep v loose on his chest. he could do it all without fearing what she might do with her fingers so near his sword-belt. the same sword-belt he now slips off the headboard and buckles around his waist. the yard of sheathed birmingham steel nearly touches the ground; it isn't a convenient looking sword.

soon, he joins her in the hall. ] Yer fortunate the weather's better than when the last lass turned up in my room.

Why, was she stuck there?

[Though she does arch an eyebrow at the last lass comment, mostly. It's unflappable. She cannot be flapped.]

...It were winter -- [ he explains, gently shutting his bedroom door. ] And she had to borrow my boots.

They fit? [Because this is a big guy. There's a good chance they were too big]

...Swamped her little toes, they did. [ although he thought of the memory with fondness, his face remained a scowling sort of mask -- breaking only when his brows raise and he gestures towards the stair. ]

I'm sure they did. [Big feet and all. But okay, okay. She's going - with calculated steps. She's trying to go slow enough that she doesn't out and out have her back to him for too long]

But better to stomp about in soldier's boots than lose your toes to the frost. As I said, though, you'll be having no problems like that. Dead of summer, it is.

[ he seems unperturbed by her pace -- leaving a good five-step buffer between himself and the young woman. ]

Going to kick me out, shoeless and all?

[This shall then be a fairly long walk down the stairs. But then, it's just one set of stairs]

Not until we've got some tea into you, at least. And maybe a few answers for your trouble.

That's considerate.

Aye, it is. [ he said the words very much in the mode of someone suggesting she ought not to make him regret his courtesy.

but here is the kitchen, and he gestures inside. ] But I see it as a duty to brief any New Feather what turns up and I'm the first person they have the misfortune to meet.

[New... Feather. She's not sure that she likes that term, actually. But she nods all the same.]

Fair enough, Sharpe. [She's confused, and this guy's going to make a duty out of helping her? That's cool.]

...Though -- now that I think on it -- you must've left your damned book in my quarters.

Book? [Was there a book? She doesn't recall a book, but replaying her own memories back... no, there wasn't one that she saw. But she didn't look around that closet enough to know for certain]

Yer bloody journal, miss.

I don't keep a journal.

Me neither. But we each of us get one all the same when we arrive.

[ look at him, holding out a chair at the table for her! ]

[Nah, she's good with leaning against this counter. She gives a polite little wave to dismiss that. Instead, on the journal-]

Why a journal? We supposed to write all our feelings?

Dunno. Only it's what everyone else calls them, en't it? Funny little books what let us speak to one another across great distances. Bloody magic.

So no one's ever heard of a phone.

[A sigh, and-] Well, Sharpe, if everyone's got 'em, why not show me yours? I'm showing you mine well enough, given this.

[And she tugs at the edge of her sundress, exposing a bit more of one leg before she lets it fall. It's a little joke]

[ although his eyebrows raise, he hardly seems scandalized by her gesture. by all appearances, he's a man who is no stranger to such bold behaviour on the part of a strange woman. no stranger, but perhaps mildly unaccustomed in his most recent years. as if he's out of practice with the bawdy. ]

I'll have to fetch it. You won't run, will you? Perhaps I shouldn't leave you to your own devices...

[The leg motion stops - she stands more upright, nods and-] Scout's honor.

[She says this without missing a beat, saluting a little with two fingers instead of the whole hand. It's a bit of an irreverent motion, all things considered. But there's a reason: he is her only source of information right now, after all.]

Edited 2013-07-30 18:17 (UTC)

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