She supposes she's been here before, at least twice. Once at a wedding chapel and another in Novokribirsk, when a tea shop was the last thing she had of her aunt. Crushing loneliness stopped being a friend because of the stubborn likes of Genya, David, Adrik, Nina, and Nikolai, but she supposes it's always been one of the more reliable things in her life. At least she knows how to handle it, even if it's been a little while.
She sucks on her teeth before she turns to survey the room, running her fingers along the nearest surface and wiping the dust away between her thumb and middle finger. Zoya's better at action than standing still—and she's not quite sure if she can hold her face to be impassive for much longer. She needs a break.
Don't look back at me. Yet it's all Zoya can do.
"That's all there is to me." Deeply impersonal information. It's not like Zoya's known for letting anyone close, anyway. It'd be easy to play into that; it's what she'd been doing since joining the Triumvirate and unknowingly letting these annoying people chip away at her walls.
"It seems most of us are on the same page, which will make matters of dealing with that demon all the easier."
It's always best to steer any conversation back to the matter at hand. If it's not an untameable demon or a bride search, it's the Darkling.
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She supposes she's been here before, at least twice. Once at a wedding chapel and another in Novokribirsk, when a tea shop was the last thing she had of her aunt. Crushing loneliness stopped being a friend because of the stubborn likes of Genya, David, Adrik, Nina, and Nikolai, but she supposes it's always been one of the more reliable things in her life. At least she knows how to handle it, even if it's been a little while.
She sucks on her teeth before she turns to survey the room, running her fingers along the nearest surface and wiping the dust away between her thumb and middle finger. Zoya's better at action than standing still—and she's not quite sure if she can hold her face to be impassive for much longer. She needs a break.
Don't look back at me. Yet it's all Zoya can do.
"That's all there is to me." Deeply impersonal information. It's not like Zoya's known for letting anyone close, anyway. It'd be easy to play into that; it's what she'd been doing since joining the Triumvirate and unknowingly letting these annoying people chip away at her walls.
"It seems most of us are on the same page, which will make matters of dealing with that demon all the easier."
It's always best to steer any conversation back to the matter at hand. If it's not an untameable demon or a bride search, it's the Darkling.