[So, now, here she is. Guinaifen's busy doing something normal, like walking to grab a pizza, or trying to check up on whatever-her-CR-ends-up-being, or trying to find that one garden in which she was lost in the white light and try to see if she can have it happen again, because that's probably a bad thing, but also an intriguing thing.
Point being, some minor, to be determined task that's easily interrupted.
And then this old guy walks up to her and asks for directions, and she hesitates. The answer's easy enough-]
I'm still trying to figure that out.
[Except it's not said with confidence, no, there's a hesitation, it's like the offhanded formality as her brain focuses on something else - namely, those glasses. They're very distinct glasses. Not a lot of people wear glasses like those, probably. They're not quite glasses, kind of like a visor, but still-
Well, anyway.]
Hey, I know how this'll sound if I got the wrong guy, but by any chance do you blast lasers out of your eyes, or...?
X-Men 97, the bad comedy routine, as foretold
Point being, some minor, to be determined task that's easily interrupted.
And then this old guy walks up to her and asks for directions, and she hesitates. The answer's easy enough-]
I'm still trying to figure that out.
[Except it's not said with confidence, no, there's a hesitation, it's like the offhanded formality as her brain focuses on something else - namely, those glasses. They're very distinct glasses. Not a lot of people wear glasses like those, probably. They're not quite glasses, kind of like a visor, but still-
Well, anyway.]
Hey, I know how this'll sound if I got the wrong guy, but by any chance do you blast lasers out of your eyes, or...?