Well, she could honestly say that that wasn't the response she'd been expecting. Still if the man was in as dangerous a state as he claimed, why wasn't her sense of danger sounding the alarm? There was tension certainly, but not the bone-deep dread she'd come to associate with immediate and present danger. Perhaps he was dangerous, but not to her? Or perhaps it was that odd sense of familiarity at play? Whatever the case, she knew that sort of look, and knew that she couldn't afford to not to take the young man at his word just then.
Fortunately, she had an ability- more than one really- that might be able to help. Normally she was reluctant to use them on her fellow Voidtreckers, but needs must. She called upon the powers she'd acquired on the false Diagad, and when she spoke again, her voice had an odd quality to it. Not really an echo, more like an extra layer of sound, as she reached out with her voice and her mind projecting calm and trying to guide his emotions in the same direction. "Then it may be good that we ran into each other," she said. "I happen to have an ability that may be of some help, at least in the short term. But if what you say is true- and I have no reason to believe it's not- the Standard car is probably a bad idea. Would you like to go to the Quiet car to continue this conversation? There's a compartment there that can be darkened if you think a lack of outside stimulus might help. Or would you prefer somewhere more open and less confining? If so, I doubt there's anyone on the upper levels of either the music car or the stores car just now."
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Date: 2022-08-27 08:33 am (UTC)Fortunately, she had an ability- more than one really- that might be able to help. Normally she was reluctant to use them on her fellow Voidtreckers, but needs must. She called upon the powers she'd acquired on the false Diagad, and when she spoke again, her voice had an odd quality to it. Not really an echo, more like an extra layer of sound, as she reached out with her voice and her mind projecting calm and trying to guide his emotions in the same direction. "Then it may be good that we ran into each other," she said. "I happen to have an ability that may be of some help, at least in the short term. But if what you say is true- and I have no reason to believe it's not- the Standard car is probably a bad idea. Would you like to go to the Quiet car to continue this conversation? There's a compartment there that can be darkened if you think a lack of outside stimulus might help. Or would you prefer somewhere more open and less confining? If so, I doubt there's anyone on the upper levels of either the music car or the stores car just now."