Solitude and...people!? (Tiara)

[Vincent]

Vincent sighs as he ducks into the museum, grumbling to himself. He'd been chased half way across the city by another rag tag group of hunters, but these were the worst kind: fans. He really needed to move to another city for his shows or something, this was getting ridiculous! He stretches his six foot two inch frame, rolling his broad shoulders as he descended to view the exhibits. He was wearing his customary leather of course, a baldric covering his upper chest, leaving his smooth and muscled stomach free to view, as well as his shoulders and upper arms, long leather vambraces covered from his elbows to palms, with leather pants and knee high leather buits. The entire suit was black with crimson trim, and seemed to suit his personality. More often than not, he was calm and sedate, but occasionally that brief flash of violence emerged afterall.

His dual guns bounced along gently, hidden within peoples pysche. They looked like ornamentation, like swallow tail jackets of old, and the usual brilliant silver of it's construction was tarnished to prevent any glimmer off the metal at night. They were his pride and joy, his own custom created weapons that he devoted much time and effort into. His shakes his raven black hair free from his eyes, which themselves flared a brilliant crimson. The crimson orbs swept the exhibits as he strolled lazily through the museum, enjoying the solitude. It was nice to have some time to himself for once, he didn't always enjoy being the center of attention, or at some party or another.

He sighs as he sinks into a bench, his footsteps fading into silence as he stretched his arms across the back of the bench, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes. The solitude was nice, no one around for blocks, the museum well insulated from any noise so the traffick outside didn't even begin to register to him, dulled enough that he could mute it out. Nothing stirred in the museum, the physical library, but yet, something caught his attention, a slight noise, the sound of a breath, and his eyes popped open. What human in their right mind would be in a museum this late at night!? It was no immortal, they would not have made noise, and a lycan would have tipped him off by the smell from miles away, so it had to be a human. A thief? A hapless wanderer? Or a hunter trying to claim him as a kill? He shrugs, settling in and waiting for this oddity to arrive.

[tiara]

Tiara pondered at the artwork on the museum walls. It was a pain to only be able to visit the museum during the daylight hours. Museums should meet the demands of vampires! Tiara couldn't leave her apartment till daylight fell. The sun burned her skin as did the sun burn all vampires skin.

"Hmmm."

Tiara said as she clicked the button on her camera and the lense flashed. She wanted to take pictures of everything. She rumbled with the cameras second memory card and dropped one of her guns as she tried to change the card. She had taken to carrying her guns everywhere after she had met some killer vampires and a killer werewolf. Luckily her gun didn't go off and she slipped it back into one of her gun holsters.

She was dressed in simple clothes all black in color and a matching black trench coat to cover herself. She preferred it when her identity was covered. After all she didn't need to be identified. She pressed the sunglasses on top of her head as they had nearly fallen off. She continued wandering down the hall making sure to avoid security.

[Vincent]

Vincent tilts his head to the side, watching the oddity move towards him. "What..the...hell?" he mutters to himself. He sniffs the air, human, female. Interesting, at least his senses weren't failing him in his old age. He watches her snap off a few more pictures, before finally making himself known. "Ahem. You're cameras kinda irritating, can't you come back and snap pictures some other time?" he calls out, watching her with his brilliant crimson eyes, the hints of a smile never leaving them. "Besides, aren't you past your bed time?" he asks, more than a little condescending. He wasn't overly concerned with making out features, and the only reason he had a semblance of courtesy was because it was a female. If she looked great, well then his attitude would greatly improve, as it was, he was a little irritated.

She looked and smelled young, but that could be the remaining stench of the kids that had flowed through during the day. It might have nothing to do with her, but he felt sure she was. Not even an immortal could hide their scent, and humans couldn't really hide their age, so his guess would be correct, of that he was certain. "So tell me then, why is someone else lurking around this museum outside of normal buisness hours? It's not safe for a female to be out so late all alone, they are bad people in the world afterall." he says with a grin, laughing lightly. He was one of those bad ones, but not in the way of most. He was a vampire of eight hundred years, and unlike most, he wasn't into the rape and torture thing. He was more interested in flirting and courting them, in minds this made him worse, as he wouldn't quit, others would rape and ditch, whereas he was inclined to following the cute ones around tossing out compliments as frequently as rain drops fell.

But of course, he was only doing his civic duty, the woman had a right to someone telling them how beautiful they were afterall. "Perhaps if you're not too preoccupied with your...photography, you can take a seat here with me and chat for a bit, and explain why you are intruding upon the solitude of someone who greatly appreaciates it at times." he says with a smile, his tone showing no anger or annoyance, rather amusement. He'd let his irritation go, replaced instead by curiousity of this human, and what she was doing alone so late at night. If she was a thief, itd be best to case the place during the day afterall. So who was she, and why was she here? Only time would tell he supposed, and her if she was so inclined afterall.

[tiara]

Tiara continued to snap away with her camera for no apparent reason. It wasn't as if her pictures would come out well. If she had wanted them perfect she should go on the world wide web and do the thing called google to find them. At the computer labs in the asylum google was the home page but most of the sites were blocked. And vampires and werewolfs had been a blocked search term. But Tiara wanted the photos for memory.

She jumped when she heard a voice behind her. She turned to view the man, scared. It was then that she realized the person wasn't a museum worker. She was instantly relieved. But then who was it? A museum robber?

"Auh... Why don't you come back some other time?"

She suggested. Of course it seemed highly probably that both of them were not supposed to be there. She was prepared for an attack. Usually museum robbers didn't like witnesses. Who was this person? Tiara frowned.

"Bed time? I don't have a bed time!"

She frowned. What was this guy's problem? She wasn't exactly sure how old she was because she had no of her former memories.

"As you can see, I was snapping photos. What are you doing here?"

She frowned. What did her being female have to do with anything? She crossed her arms but what she should have been doing was reaching for one of her guns.

"What if I tell you that I'm one of these bad people? Are you still sure you want to ask me to sit with you?"

She had a few questions for him but she could tell that he wasn't going anywhere. Or was he?

[Vincent]

Vincent grins, laughing at her bravado. "Now now, don't get all riled up. Yes I could return at another time but I don't want to. As to what I'm doing, I'm sitting, I thought it would be obvious, and as to whether or not I'd want you to sit with me even if you were one of those 'bad people,' the answer is yes. Nothing you do could ever harm me, and you'd most likely be injured in the process." he says with a shrug, his tone cold and matter of fact. He smiles at her though, winking, "But I'd much rather not hurt someone of such beauty of course, it would be a crime against nature, after all." he says with a roguish grin. Now that she had turned fully to him, her features were quite clear to him.

She was definetly female, and he found her more than a little attractive afterall. He pats the bench beside him, still smiling at her. "But if you really want to know what I'm doing, I am, or was, enjoying a little bit of solitude. When you're someone like me, it's very hard to find that of course. But I don't mind in partaking of such captivating company." he says with another wink, his crimson eyes sparkling with an unheard laughter. Despite his age, and the tendencies of most vampires his age, he was quite a care-free guy, just as likely to be serious as pigs were to fly, which to say isn't. He had always felt most at home playing shows for fans, roving from party to party, falling in and out of love as often as it rained. Lately though, he'd been a little reclusive, not having much to do. He was growing restless in the city, and had been contemplating leaving for awhile.

With a conscious effort, he shifts his attention back to the woman in front of him. "So, why are you here then? Just taking photos?" he asks genuinely, a little curious. Most humans didn't care for the night, afraid of creatures like him that stalked the shadows. But again, he was more friendly than vicious. "By the way, my name's Vincent, you?" and also unlike most, he didn't care about hiding his name for some stupid reason or another. If someone wanted to kill him, well, then he could get them out of the way faster if they knew who he was afterall. He stands, stretching his massive frame, offering his hand in greeting, smiling at her, revealing sharply pointed teeth, "Don't worry, I don't bite, unless you ask of course." he says with a small chuckle, his grin never fading. Hunter or regular old human, it was time to get the species barrier over with, either she'd stick around and earn his interest, or she'd run screaming in which case he'd merely be on his way to find something to eat. A good old burger sounded delicious to him afterall.

[tiara]

Tiara couldn't help but scowl at the mans sarcasm to let him know without any words that she disproved of it. Of course she knew that he was sitting. But he hadn't been sitting on this bench earlier. Or had he? Tiara hadn't been paying attention much to security detail, she had assumed that she would hear the jingling of keys and witness forth the light of a flashlight, not to mention smell the human in advance. It may have been possible for this man to have been sitting in this bench, here, all alone.

She couldn't help but feel something, that much was true. Tiara quite possibly wasn't scared but .... She disliked not knowing what this man was. Human, vampire, werewolf, ghost? The ghost of the museum? Hardly.... Ghosts didn't exist, though she wasn't possibly sure. If she had ever met a ghost she could not recall the meeting, after all, she had lost all of her memories before the dreaded place in white.

"Yes. A crime against nature."

Tiara couldn't help but laugh. She didn't find herself quite beautiful. She once thought herself quite hideous. Tiara stared intensely at the painting of something by someone as she listened to the rest of what the man had to say. He was sure a talker, wasn't he? It was fine with Tiara as long as he didn't expect her to share in the talking. She wasn't very good at talking, nor was she sure whether to place head nods or agree constantly and often found herself insulting the conversation starter.

"Can you not get solitude elsewhere? You do know that this is a museum and you are here after hours."

She didn't need to mention that that was illegal, breaking an entering. And of course he needn't remind her that she too was in this place after hours and therefore also breaking an entering, but she knew he would. It was only ... natural. Had their positions been reversed it would be she who reminded him all too quickly that --. Her mind trailed elsewhere. Danger. That was what came to her mind. This man was dangerous, far more then the people who were openly dangerous. The innocent pretenders were far more....

"It's as if we are complete opposites. I hate company."

Tiara never could make friends. Why would she even want to be friends with a human? That seemed so low. All the while while she was stuck in the while place, the asylum, some people, humans, had tried to make her acquaintance. They had gotten themselves bitten while she had gotten a one way ticket to a white padded room for a few days along with some very large needles. Tiara was a loner.

She took out one of the .45's from her holster in her pants and tossed it into the air, catching it by the handle. Why was she here exactly? Well... for starters she had no idea why she was in a museum. But it was one of the places she couldn't go to while in the sun so .... But why a museum? She shrugged.

"I don't know. I just thought a museum was quite particular and I had never visited one before. I thought it would be interesting. It's quite dull. I think the only interest about it is a ploy to avoid the guard. But I haven't seen, heard or smelt him. I wonder if there is a guard?"

She had sort of trailed off the last few sentences. Tiara really wasn't a big talker. She went back to playing with her gun. It wasn't as if she was planning on using it against Vincent it was just for show. It was a little warning to let Vincent know that she was far from innocent and could use it at a moments notice. It was then that she realized she said she could smell the guard, she really couldn't, but she thought she used to be able to. Her memory of her past was just a burr, unknown.

"My names Tiara. And again, we're opposites. Because I do bite."

She had also been wearing her fangs until she got enough blood in her for them to naturally grow back. Now that she had spoken more then a few words she guessed Vincent could indeed see them. She felt a bit ridiculous without her real fangs but they had been cut off or something. When she had gorged herself on a willing human's blood by means of a knife and his arm, she found herself having thrown it up and deluded the idea to that blood being ill tainted.

[Sorry it's so long I just kept writing and writing for some reason.]

[Vincent]

Vincent grins at her, understanding immediately. A human who thought she was vampire? Or another pretender wishing? Either way, he'd play along with her delusion. He retracts his out stretched hand, crossing his arms, shifting his weight to his right leg, still smiling at her. "Oh don't worry, the guard shall be...out, for awhile. I don't like such noisy mortals bothering me." he says, refferencing the fact that he was something other than human. "And don't bother trying to bite me, you'll only feel the sting of silver, vampiress." he says with a bow straightening with a smile, chuckling lightly. "But don't worry, I'm no hunter. Vincent, vampire extrordanaire at your service." he says with a wink. "You may bite later, if you need the blood of course." he says while his eyes roamed over her. Latching onto her gun, his eyes followed it, absorbing everything it told him. It's model, it's make, it's...mundanity. He was a gun enthusiast, and customized weapons to be far more powerful in every way than the market counterparts. He gun however, was normal. At least she had the good taste to get a .45.

"You may find though, dear Tiara, that we are not so different. Both hated by mankind that fear that which they cannot control or understand. Why, even you seem to have been subject to their cruelty, forced to wear human made fake fangs. You have my dearest sympathies." he says lightly, completely genuine. While playing the part afterall, it is best to believe it ones self. Besides, this way he wouldn't underestimate her, if he treated her like a true vampire. "In answer to your question, yes, I could find solitude else where, but then I'd be departing your company, which I would rather not, as solitude is no longer my prefference." he says with another smile. "Tell me, how old are you then? A young vampire? Or perhaps older, like myself?" he asks with genuine curiousity, trying to keep her engaged in the conversation, however reluctant she might be. "Forgive my curiousity of course, but it has been awhile since I've met another vampire, and longer still since I found any company that didn't want to fight or scream at me." he says with a shrug, his massive shoulders rolling, the muscles rippling beneath his skin.

"If you'd like however, I can leave this place, in order to allow you solitude that you want, I can find entertainment elsewhere I suppose." he says, cocking his head to the side, still watching her. She seemed reluctant to talk, and was probably insane to a slight degree, for which human thought they were a vampire afterall? Oh well, he'd met an insane vampiress once, and she had turned out to be quite enjoyable to be with. As long as she was on his side afterall. He watches her gun again, his mind running down the paths that would best improve it, take make it more powerful, reliable, a bigger clip...he shakes the notions away, not feeling like tinkering with someone elses weapons. He had his own collection to toy with, and that was enough for him. Why bother to upgrade someone elses gear that he'd probably never see again? But if she asked, he'd do it of course. He was strange that way, a slave to womankind. Though he highly doubted she'd ask, as she didn't know anything about him.

((No worries, lol. Very entertaining.))

[tiara]

Tiara couldn't help but crack a smile. So Vincent had done something to the guard? That explained a lot. Humans were so stupid! All they wanted to do was point their guns at you and then arrest you. If Tiara had gotten to the guard first, he might had died under her hands. She grinned as he called her a vampiress. It was a first time she had been caleld that and she was thankful. She was sick and tired of stupid vampires laughing and calling her a human. She was not a human.

"No. I just ate. Thanks for the offer."

Right now Tiara didn't know what she needed. She had tried to feed from a willing human but all that had done was get her terribly sick. She had puked blood in the subway station earlier all while being under attack by a were beast animal man creature. It had either been bad blood or the smell of a disgusting were wolf, her guesses were on both. She didn't think she could handle blood right now, even if it was the blood of a fellow vampire.

She felt her face burn. Vincent had noticed that her fangs were fake. Of course any vampire would notice but it was still embarrassing. Her mind flashed back to where she was tied to a gurney, all she could see was the white walls. She had been fading in and out of consciousness while they were injecting things in her arms and mouth. Her teeth had felt different after that, as if the humans had sawed off her two front fangs.

"A woman never reveals her age."

Tiara found herself smiling, lightly. She couldn't answer the question even if she had wanted to. She knew nothing about herself, not even her real name. She had been called something else in the asylum but she could not remember it. Tiara had been the one to call herself Tiara, mostly because of her fondness for bright gold and silver Tiara's, even though the silver ones burned. And she knew not her age, her history, or even who or what her parents had been. She was simply a Jane Doe to the humans and she would let it keep so. It was best not to let them know how old she really was.

"This museum is big enough for the presence of two vampires. Forgive me, I haven't spoken to another vampire in ages."

Well that wasn't actually true. She had met a vampire named Elliot, Reina, and two wanna be psychopaths, and a vampire who was a vampire hunter named Blaze. But she hadn't found herself to be friendly with any of them. All they had done was insult her and call her a human. She would prefer to spend her time with equals and people who did not call her a human. That was quite a rude insult!

"I see you have taken an interest at my weapon. I got it on sale in Chinatown along with a matching twin."

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[Vincent]

Vincent raises a brow, looking at her, finally tearing his eyes free. "Sorry but, it's shit. Bootleg from the looks of it, how recent did you get it? I'm suprised it hasn't crapped out already." he says with a shrug. He really hated bootleg stuff, it was an insult to the art, afterall. "And the twin, same caliber? Or exact same gun? There's a difference, twin guns created at the same time are of the finest makes, if made by the right hands of course. If it's the same caliber, then it's an insult calling it a twin. Twin guns are meant to compliment one another, two of the same caliber can't do that." he says with a sigh. "You children these days, no appreciation for true art I tell you!" he says with a laugh. "Oh well, it's to be supposed. When you reach my age, you can appreciate patience, and the workings of things by hand." he says with a smile at her. He sticks out his hand, "Here, hand em over and I'll touch em up for you, better than new. It'll take awhile, I don't have any of the parts or tools here, they're in Europe. If you want, we can go visit together, you can send your guns with me, or I can just build you some new ones while you use those things." he says with a shrug.

"But hey, I can guarantee there'll never be any need to replace it, and it'll be far more powerful than any market make. And I do free repairs for life of course." he says with a smile, winking at her. "The choice is ultimately yours, but the offer will always be up." he pulls out a small card, checking it quickly, handing her the small scrap, "That's my address in Europe, well, directions really. I'm a little out of the way." he says with another laugh. "You're welcome anytime of course. I generally remain on the top floor if I'm not visible at first, and you stay whenever you want there, regardless of whether or not I'm there." he says with a smile, winking once more. She'd only be the second person that had been there in centuries, the first being a hunter that he'd taken quiting a liking to. Odd, he knew, but what could he say? Attraction knew no bounds afterall. He'd have to look her up again, try and figure out where she went. Shaking his head, he looked at her again, "So, what do you say?" he asks with a grin, wondering how she'd feel about it. Was she already attached to the weapons? That made it somewhat hard for people, they became unusually attached to their closest companions, especially ones of their ilk and professions. He knew that better than any really, all his equipment from his days as a knight remained hidden safely away within his home.

((Sorry I didn't post more, trying to get alot done tonight, and I'm not sure what else to ramble on about, lol.))

[tiara]

[That’s okay. Same here, sorry it took me so long to post.]

“I picked it up... them up... auh hmm... yesterday night?”

Her answer even puzzled herself. She had picked them up yesterday night but she had nearly forgotten. For half a second she thought something was wrong with her memory. Right after her meeting and fight with two separate werewolfs she had gone to Chinatown and picked up the guns, first she had one, purchased some time ago, then she had picked up the second one last night after meeting the second werewolf. She could not remember the seller but perhaps she had bought them from the same person. She would not remember him if she saw him walking on the streets in New York again, it was as if his face had melted and disappeared from her memory.

“I didn’t have a lot of connections. I just had to get something. I really don’t know anything about guns. I just know they are quite useful for getting rid of dogs.”

Tiara shrugged. Did vampires even shrug? She did not mean to be insulting by not having prior gun knowledge. It wasn’t as if she could simply walk into a gun store and pay for one. She was a mental asylum escapee. And if she stole one, her fingerprints, which had been stolen from her by being put on this thing called a record, would have led the Police to her. She did not want the NYPD on her! Tiara was a far from top priority case but if she had stolen weapons.... She wasn’t that stupid.

“Thank you. I might have to take you up on that offer. I don’t believe I’ve ever been to Europe. It might be interesting.”

This was a very nice vampire. She took the card with the address on it and memorized the address in case she ever lost the card. But she would have to keep track of the card in case her memory faltered, and for some reason, she knew that it would. She slid the card very securely into her front coat pocket. Tiara never really put things in her pockets but she might be able to remember the card.

“Who can say no to weapons?”

Tiara would be happy to have some new weapons. These things, whatever they were, whatever the .45 was, it didn’t provide such a large shot. When she liked to shoot things she liked to make very large holes. It was such a drag to have tiny shots. It was her firm belief that larger bullets were the cause but she had taken what had been available.

“Say. Do you know how to make silver bullets?”

[Vincent]

Vincent raises an eye brow at her, "Silver bullets? My, hunting immortals are we? No worries though. Yes, I know how to make them, but I don't. I tinker with guns. I have a connection that makes bullets for me. Silver casing with a small vile of holy water inside the actual bullet that disperses on impact. "Let's see.." he starts, taking one of her guns to examine it, hmming and ahhing a few times to itself, before handing it back to her. "Yup, standard forty five caliber bootleg. Good caliber, good choice of a model, but bootleg makes it worthless, a cheap copy. It's more than likely to crap out on you within your first couple fights I'll bet." he says with a laugh. "Whoever sold you that must have been thanking the gods that you didn't know anything about guns, it's obvious to an enthusiast." he says with another laugh, before smiling at her.

"Don't get me wrong though, I'm not insulting you, to most, it is difficult to tell the difference. You have the manufacturers mark to check for, serial number and i.d, among other things. Once you can tell the difference between actual and fakes in the numbers, it's alot easier to tell. Oh, and if they're missing altogether, then never buy them. These here," he quickly checks the guns over, "Yeah, these have fake numbers. So, they're better than your standard bootleg, but still far below par. I think I still have a small two shot derringer around that would be more useful than these." he says with a laugh, thinking of the dinky thing. It hid in your sleeve, dropping into your palm and firing to small bullets he'd had expertly crafted for it. Not enough for most creatures, but a good detterent and distraction.

He spins the guns around a bit, practicing aiming and drawing, as well as a few show off manuevers. All he preformed came off flawlessly, but he frowned regardless. "The balance is horrible, they don't feel right at all." he says before handing them back to her. "A good gun should feel like an extension of your arm, wielded as effortlessly as your hands. These, forgeries, do nothing of the sort." he says with a derisive snort, glaring at them with contempt. "Oh well, I'll fix that. So, what now then?" he asks, suddenly bright again. "Sorry about the rambling, i've been into them since they first developed gun powder. I've been making my own ever since, so it's a little sad to see pretenders and idiots trying their get rich schemes with guns." he says apologetically, smiling at her sheepishly. "Well, again, what now? We can hang here, return to my place and chat or modify your guns, or just wander the streets? All the same to me afterall." he says with a smile.

[tiara]

"No I'm not hunting anything. I just seem to get attacked by a bunch of immortals."

Her words were the awful truth. For some reason immortals had taken to trying to hunt Tiara down both vampire and werewolf alike! What she had done to the vampires she had no idea, but she knew that the werewolf's liked to hunt anything that moved. But for some reason she had meet two nasty werewolfs all within the same twenty-four hours! Wolf hunting was a nasty piece of work, for one thing they made her nose cringe and another it was always too much of a mess; or so she had assumed. Tiara had never actually killed a wolf, yet.

"Well so far my guns have been good to me."

Tiara shrugged. She could care less for guns she was only going to use them until her own natural powers kicked into high gear. She couldn't actually use her vampire powers yet and needed something to threaten the wolfs. It was obvious though that guns did not work or she wouldn't have meet two in the same day. But going around defenseless didn't work either, nor could staying hidden. A girl had to work for rent and gas money. She was quite sure that in her day gas only cost five cents. She took her guns back and slid them in her holsters.

"Well I suppose I could go to your place and let you play with my guns. I do hope I don't get caught in the sun!"

It would be quite horrid to get caught in the sun. Death by sunlight wasn't an easy death, she would rather take drowning or decapitation first! To have all parts of her body burning, on fire, that wasn't something she was willing to go through. It was a minor set back in being a vampire but well worth it. Tiara could remember times where she was stuck directly in the sun, she tried not to shiver and tried not to think of the memories. She slid her digital camera away into her coat pocket and was ready to go. She didn't mind where she went, it would be fun hanging around another vampire for a change instead of ones who called her derogatory names like human.

[Vincent]

Vincent blinks a few times, "Attacked? Really? Strange, I'm never attacked, course, it helps when you're just this damn good looking I suppose." he says with a laugh. "And sure, which home do you want to head to? My little hotel here? Or my place in Europe? All the same to me, but I can work faster and better on your guns in Europe, I have all the parts and tools I need there, place all my books and such, and plenty of ways for you to entertain yourself in the meantime." he says with a shrug, smiling at her. "Besides, a vacation in the secluded country side could do wonders for you!" he says with a grin, "No immortals to speak of, us excluded of course, and a nice big mansion to wander around in whenever you feel like it. I have heavy blinds over all the windows to keep out the sun, so that's no issue." he says with a laugh. He had to admit, it'd be nice to have company for once there, it was always so silent, except when he was playing music or something of course.

He starts walking, leading her out of the museum and down the street. "Regardless, we'll have to stop at my hotel first, so we can just head there and plan what to do next." he says with a shrug, leading her down the street to catch a cab. He quickly tells the driver the address, and they speed off. "Anyways, tell me about yourself, I like to get to know people, so tell me anything you want, or feel free to ask questions, I don't mind talking about myself." he says with a smile, encouraging her to talk. "I've never cared much for silence myself, so talking always makes me feel more at ease." he says with a laugh. "But of course, if you don't want to talk, that's fine, I didn't think you cared much for constant silence, so I thought I'd offer." he says with a shrug before smiling at her, waiting to hear her reply.