[A2 keeps her gaze stubbornly turned away, her hard stare pointed at a nearby wall. His remark, given without presumptuousness, makes her sigh in one short, tight breath. It's clear she doesn't want to have a discussion surrounding her obvious damage.
... Eventually, though, her shoulders slump. Some of the ramrod tightness of her posture relaxes. She closes in on herself in subtle ways, keeping her eyes focused on anything but Ekko. Her fingers tap in a tuneless pattern against the arm of the couch.
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... Eventually, though, her shoulders slump. Some of the ramrod tightness of her posture relaxes. She closes in on herself in subtle ways, keeping her eyes focused on anything but Ekko. Her fingers tap in a tuneless pattern against the arm of the couch.
In a human, it would suggest discomfort.
She answers anyway.]
I know.
[It sounds resigned.]
A2.