If you remember to ask me, I'll tell you. [ Part of her is almost counting on the possibility of him not recalling that little piece of the exchange, depending on how much he'd already had to drink before she came to his room, but maybe she's underestimating his capacity for memory; there are still some details that she doesn't fully know about him yet, among them his tolerance for alcohol and exactly how hungover he might be come tomorrow. Then again, knowing that he's been drinking something strong enough to immolate the insides of most ordinary human anatomy points to a higher tolerance overall.
Whether she proved aware of his perceiving her scent or not, she doesn't let on to anything in her expression, and she's mostly fixated on tracing the joints of one of his fingers with practically the whole of her hand, feeling the metal shift and move beneath her touch if he so much as permits a digit to twitch or a knuckle to bend. ]
How big is much bigger? [ He's been contained by the station, to an extent, but she'd been under the impression that his current size was as large as he could ever get in comparison to his human shape. Her hand stills on his index finger and she lets herself feel the warmth of him under her palm as she takes another sip directly from the bottle. ]
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Whether she proved aware of his perceiving her scent or not, she doesn't let on to anything in her expression, and she's mostly fixated on tracing the joints of one of his fingers with practically the whole of her hand, feeling the metal shift and move beneath her touch if he so much as permits a digit to twitch or a knuckle to bend. ]
How big is much bigger? [ He's been contained by the station, to an extent, but she'd been under the impression that his current size was as large as he could ever get in comparison to his human shape. Her hand stills on his index finger and she lets herself feel the warmth of him under her palm as she takes another sip directly from the bottle. ]