By all standards, though she's thin, Prim isn't a short girl. So, when the large man approaches her, and she feels a bit like a dwarf it's...well, it's a bit of a funny feeling; she feels small, like she did when she was younger, but it's probably more than he's just tall....and wide. So, Prim looks up at the man that she can't help but recognize, and feel like she knows, and the guilt flashes across her face as her eyes go wide.
Alcide. The man whose memories that she had experienced the previous night. She recognizes the voice, the name, and she isn't actually sure what exactly to do. Or say. Or if he knows.
"That's me, yes." Prim manages to answer after a moment, gathering her manners because she has been taught better than that. She just...really feels like she may have been caught doing something wrong. Still, she is stopped and she holds her hand out in an offer to shake his hand (at a loss for what else to do...because what do you do when you know someone's memories...including their untimely death). "Hi, Alcide, it's nice to meet you." And that's not a lie. The memories of his that she has....they've had him on her mind throughout the day, so even though she feels bad meeting him isn't unwanted, by any means.
Recognition crosses the blonde girl's features, realizing that they have a mutual friend--though she hasn't known Zee long--and she manages a smile. "That's nice of you." Prim notes, her tone friendly because....that's sort of what the teen defaults at, basically. "We didn't have much time to talk about things outside of the mission, but I like her." Zee is definitely different than Prim, but that doesn't make a difference, she's so upfront and honest about what she thinks and everything that it's nice. "Even if we failed our mission." The blonde focuses on that for the moment, giving a shrug and trying to work out how to bring up somehow having his memories in a tactful way. She's not sure that there is, exactly.
"I've... I'm sorry if this is rude...and that I'm even asking, but....you wouldn't happen to know a blonde woman named Sookie, would you?" Prim asks, an apologetic look on her face. She's really not good at hiding things, and it's only fair that he knows, and is told...even if this might not be the best way, completely.
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Alcide. The man whose memories that she had experienced the previous night. She recognizes the voice, the name, and she isn't actually sure what exactly to do. Or say. Or if he knows.
"That's me, yes." Prim manages to answer after a moment, gathering her manners because she has been taught better than that. She just...really feels like she may have been caught doing something wrong. Still, she is stopped and she holds her hand out in an offer to shake his hand (at a loss for what else to do...because what do you do when you know someone's memories...including their untimely death). "Hi, Alcide, it's nice to meet you." And that's not a lie. The memories of his that she has....they've had him on her mind throughout the day, so even though she feels bad meeting him isn't unwanted, by any means.
Recognition crosses the blonde girl's features, realizing that they have a mutual friend--though she hasn't known Zee long--and she manages a smile. "That's nice of you." Prim notes, her tone friendly because....that's sort of what the teen defaults at, basically. "We didn't have much time to talk about things outside of the mission, but I like her." Zee is definitely different than Prim, but that doesn't make a difference, she's so upfront and honest about what she thinks and everything that it's nice. "Even if we failed our mission." The blonde focuses on that for the moment, giving a shrug and trying to work out how to bring up somehow having his memories in a tactful way. She's not sure that there is, exactly.
"I've... I'm sorry if this is rude...and that I'm even asking, but....you wouldn't happen to know a blonde woman named Sookie, would you?" Prim asks, an apologetic look on her face. She's really not good at hiding things, and it's only fair that he knows, and is told...even if this might not be the best way, completely.