[Through the conduit of her ability, Anderson can feel it when relief lifts off him like steam off water, good riddance of uncomfortable heat and excess energy. To those of us with ordinary eyes, though, he keeps a good game face. Nods, straightening, folds an arm briefly behind himself. It's a good burn, the stretch of muscle.] Thanks.
[For most people, he'd say more. To be polite, mostly; elaborate about the reception he was anticipating, the kind that he would have expected if he were the first of his kind ever discovered in the times back home. Anderson, though, warrants a sidelong glance, a vague understanding that words need not be said. If nothing else, he thinks of himself as vastly harmless.]
I'm gonna fuck off to the showers, I fink. Thanks, ma'am.
[The shapeless glare off the chromed walls looks like a demon's smile.]
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[Through the conduit of her ability, Anderson can feel it when relief lifts off him like steam off water, good riddance of uncomfortable heat and excess energy. To those of us with ordinary eyes, though, he keeps a good game face. Nods, straightening, folds an arm briefly behind himself. It's a good burn, the stretch of muscle.] Thanks.
[For most people, he'd say more. To be polite, mostly; elaborate about the reception he was anticipating, the kind that he would have expected if he were the first of his kind ever discovered in the times back home. Anderson, though, warrants a sidelong glance, a vague understanding that words need not be said. If nothing else, he thinks of himself as vastly harmless.]
I'm gonna fuck off to the showers, I fink. Thanks, ma'am.
[The shapeless glare off the chromed walls looks like a demon's smile.]