05-01-2013, 08:31 AM
Sam doesn't mind Keisha's talkativeness. It gives her a chance to taste her food rather than wolf it down to keep conversation going from her end. That doesn't mean that she's not listening to what the woman has to say while she chews. Her attention is more on her than on the men talking nearby, though her eyes occasionally slide in that direction.
She chuckles a little at mention of the cinnamon test, something she's seen but never tried herself. Her smile widens, warms, when Keisha asks if she's been here as long as Reese.
"No, just a couple weeks, myself," she says again. "A friend of mine from college started up his own business in Denver and asked me to come out. We build robots." She smiles when she says it, proud of the work and excited in an entirely geeky way. Tilting her head in a bit of a nod, she says, "Which is the cool way to say it and how I got roped in. My part's pretty mundane. Just coding and programming stuff."
Neither Sam nor Reese has mentioned their tribe, though it wouldn't have been hard to guess just looking at Sam. She has more of the urban street child look than does her brother. But, city kin though they may be, she is entirely comfortable out here away from Denver's urban landscape, boots crusted with mud, eating from a sturdy paper plate while talking to new people beneath an explosion of stars.
"I get wanting to find your own path." She's earnest when she says it. She's been there...oh how she's been there. "I've been trying to figure that out for years. Have you decided on what you'll study?"
She chuckles a little at mention of the cinnamon test, something she's seen but never tried herself. Her smile widens, warms, when Keisha asks if she's been here as long as Reese.
"No, just a couple weeks, myself," she says again. "A friend of mine from college started up his own business in Denver and asked me to come out. We build robots." She smiles when she says it, proud of the work and excited in an entirely geeky way. Tilting her head in a bit of a nod, she says, "Which is the cool way to say it and how I got roped in. My part's pretty mundane. Just coding and programming stuff."
Neither Sam nor Reese has mentioned their tribe, though it wouldn't have been hard to guess just looking at Sam. She has more of the urban street child look than does her brother. But, city kin though they may be, she is entirely comfortable out here away from Denver's urban landscape, boots crusted with mud, eating from a sturdy paper plate while talking to new people beneath an explosion of stars.
"I get wanting to find your own path." She's earnest when she says it. She's been there...oh how she's been there. "I've been trying to figure that out for years. Have you decided on what you'll study?"