She views it completely different, of course, but she's quickly realizing how some of his decisions are made, how he approaches situations, and most of all confirming exactly where his social shortfallings were. If she could avoid those, things would go fine.

Idly, she moved to the edge of the building, peering down from the edge. Too high, honestly, and the other building was too far. He was staying over there, and she wasn't about to ask him to change that unless he wanted to. After all, she wanted him to be a part of the conversation in his own way, on his own terms.

So that meant it was time to see if there was a conversation he was willing to engage in.

"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here? In Death City, that is."


[ooc: ACK; sorry that it took me so long to get back to this! I hope the convention turned out to be fun, by the way!]