Wow, this just gets whitier and knightier. Her body language relaxes and Root even shrugs one shoulder, a lackadaisical, indifferent motion. There's no reason to keep her guard up with such an upstanding citizen before her.
"Nobody told me there were seating arrangements." Not that it wasn't completely obvious. Not that Root wasn't looking to start something in the first place. She's still a little lost but it's defensiveness (y'know, the offensive kind) that has filled the space where hopelessness and fear should.
Except hopeless and afraid is exactly what she's feeling. Having had the Machine give her directives for over a year, being without it really throwing her for a loop. Root's not even sure whether she should affect one of her many identities, yet. Without the right leverage, it's almost pointless.
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Wow, this just gets whitier and knightier. Her body language relaxes and Root even shrugs one shoulder, a lackadaisical, indifferent motion. There's no reason to keep her guard up with such an upstanding citizen before her.
"Nobody told me there were seating arrangements." Not that it wasn't completely obvious. Not that Root wasn't looking to start something in the first place. She's still a little lost but it's defensiveness (y'know, the offensive kind) that has filled the space where hopelessness and fear should.
Except hopeless and afraid is exactly what she's feeling. Having had the Machine give her directives for over a year, being without it really throwing her for a loop. Root's not even sure whether she should affect one of her many identities, yet. Without the right leverage, it's almost pointless.