[He holds her in his eyes for a long time, trying to decide what he thinks of her. She's petite and blonde. If she were thicker and curvier, she'd be exactly his type. But as it is, physical differences aside, she makes him think just a little bit of Cordelia. Easy to underestimate, but never doubt she has influence. Before you know it, she'll bring back the usurper's head in a shopping bag. Which he didn't get to witness, fortunately.
Her babble is Miles-esque, her way of throwing up a somewhat shallow facade Ivan-esque. She's too much like his relatives. He's not yet homesick enough to get sentimental over that, but maybe he will, later on. Right now, he does want to be alone.
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Date: 2012-05-11 12:47 am (UTC)From:Her babble is Miles-esque, her way of throwing up a somewhat shallow facade Ivan-esque. She's too much like his relatives. He's not yet homesick enough to get sentimental over that, but maybe he will, later on. Right now, he does want to be alone.
Whether it's safe or not, now...]
Sorry. Didn't mean to look peaky.
[He has no idea what that means.]