07-30-2013, 08:51 AM
Hawksley gives a sharp whistle that shatters the subdued quiet of the library. Where she was peering out from behind the shelves, Sid startles, but she doesn't shrink back or try to hide. She's done with hiding, at least from these people.
And then she's there, stepping out and making her presence known as if they couldn't feel her already. She lets them know that she doesn't know much of anything about techs except to stay out of their way.
Hawksley greets her brightly and she looks at him uncertainly, though the corners of her mouth threaten to curve upward as she looks at him. How could anyone be wary of Hawksley for very long? He looks at the world with the wonder of a child. Being near him feels how Lois Lane must have felt flying with Superman - except without the romantic connotations.
He says he put his shirt on so he's safe, and that look of amused uncertainty shifts to pure confusion. She looks from him to Sera, her lips parting to ask for clarification (are his hugs somehow contaminated unless he wears a shirt?) when Grace laughs and tells her not to believe it.
Sid looks back up at Hawksley, eyes lifting first, then her head. She smiles, a small, slight curving of her mouth. "I believe him." Bare feet moving whisper quiet across the plush carpet, she goes to accept that hug, possible cooties be damned.
And then she's there, stepping out and making her presence known as if they couldn't feel her already. She lets them know that she doesn't know much of anything about techs except to stay out of their way.
Hawksley greets her brightly and she looks at him uncertainly, though the corners of her mouth threaten to curve upward as she looks at him. How could anyone be wary of Hawksley for very long? He looks at the world with the wonder of a child. Being near him feels how Lois Lane must have felt flying with Superman - except without the romantic connotations.
He says he put his shirt on so he's safe, and that look of amused uncertainty shifts to pure confusion. She looks from him to Sera, her lips parting to ask for clarification (are his hugs somehow contaminated unless he wears a shirt?) when Grace laughs and tells her not to believe it.
Sid looks back up at Hawksley, eyes lifting first, then her head. She smiles, a small, slight curving of her mouth. "I believe him." Bare feet moving whisper quiet across the plush carpet, she goes to accept that hug, possible cooties be damned.