[There's a moment where she considers playing dumb, pressing on with the façade like she doesn't know what he's talking about. But then she sees his carefully neutral expression, no sign of Miller's easy smiles to be seen.
Paz's own face drops from a mischievous, curious smile to little more than a canvas. Best to reflect that intentionally bland look right back at him - a life spent in fear gives one ways of avoiding exacerbation of a situation.
She nods in silence, and follows him away from the creature. The sensation she has been captured rather than rescued begins to prickle, however, and the desire to break the tension is too high.]
You look... different.
[Well, it was more polite than "you look old" or "you look like you've had a tough time". Still, why was he so much older? And what had happened to knock the shine out of him?]
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Paz's own face drops from a mischievous, curious smile to little more than a canvas. Best to reflect that intentionally bland look right back at him - a life spent in fear gives one ways of avoiding exacerbation of a situation.
She nods in silence, and follows him away from the creature. The sensation she has been captured rather than rescued begins to prickle, however, and the desire to break the tension is too high.]
You look... different.
[Well, it was more polite than "you look old" or "you look like you've had a tough time". Still, why was he so much older? And what had happened to knock the shine out of him?]