[ She leaves it at that, briefly considering a little winky face at the end but instead deciding to leave him guessing. He doesn't waste time like her other guests might, so she expects he'll be over lickety-split (or, at least within a reasonable amount of time) so she gets to wiping down the kitchen table.
Cases are put in small ammo boxes and any extra bit of gunpowder has been cleaned so well you wouldn't know that the table's used more for making ammo than eating on. Normally, she'd grab a bottle of something for her and a guest to drink, but she has no idea what she can offer Connor to make him more comfortable other than maybe a seat. Did his legs get tired and feet hurt, even? Questions she'd try to sate another time, maybe.
By the time she's finished, there's already a succession of three quick knocks and assuming it's him, she pops her head out the door then swings it open. ]
You changed, huh. [ She's ushering him in before she carries on, though. ] I haven't quite embraced the local clothing style, myself.
[Connor heads inside as indicated, not wanting to waste any of Jill's time or let in any cold.]
If I'm going to be an effective officer, I thought I should show some attempts towards integrating into their culture.
[He takes a few moments to scan the room in an even movement as he replies before turning his gaze back to Jill. He doesn't seem to make any moves towards sitting down, however, simply giving her a pleasant, friendly expression that's almost a smile.]
Some of it can be a bit much, though. [That is to say, he doesn't blame her for sticking closer to what she knows.]
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[ She leaves it at that, briefly considering a little winky face at the end but instead deciding to leave him guessing. He doesn't waste time like her other guests might, so she expects he'll be over lickety-split (or, at least within a reasonable amount of time) so she gets to wiping down the kitchen table.
Cases are put in small ammo boxes and any extra bit of gunpowder has been cleaned so well you wouldn't know that the table's used more for making ammo than eating on. Normally, she'd grab a bottle of something for her and a guest to drink, but she has no idea what she can offer Connor to make him more comfortable other than maybe a seat. Did his legs get tired and feet hurt, even? Questions she'd try to sate another time, maybe.
By the time she's finished, there's already a succession of three quick knocks and assuming it's him, she pops her head out the door then swings it open. ]
You changed, huh. [ She's ushering him in before she carries on, though. ] I haven't quite embraced the local clothing style, myself.
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If I'm going to be an effective officer, I thought I should show some attempts towards integrating into their culture.
[He takes a few moments to scan the room in an even movement as he replies before turning his gaze back to Jill. He doesn't seem to make any moves towards sitting down, however, simply giving her a pleasant, friendly expression that's almost a smile.]
Some of it can be a bit much, though. [That is to say, he doesn't blame her for sticking closer to what she knows.]