Of course, no response game— but a mere nod of the head that As’bel probably couldn’t even see at the moment.
A futile gesture, but she went about doing it anyways.
A more absent-minded reaction than anything, really.
“…”
Moving her now free hand to tap at the words on the paper— apparently this girl not noticing said words— and quietly, Mao frowned a little. Out of mild annoyance, by now.
Fortunately, she was more than a little patient when it came to dealing with people. As such… she waited.
… Although, she did tap the paper at least once more.
Maybe she would take the hint.
A finger worms its way through blurred vision, tapping at the notebook... thing. As'bel only stands -- leans -- in further confusion. Nervousness clouds her thoughts, but eventually light reaches through and she realizes there's something written. The question was... what?
"Ah... um..." Squinting, she tries to decipher the scrawl through white cloth and mist. Panic further wells in her throat, tunneling already wavering vision. If she can't answer, what would this person do to her? Was the option of not speaking at all available?
Racking her brain, As'bel spits out the most generic thing she can think of.
"...Um? F-Fine? Ok... I don't know where I am, I-I'm sorry..."
Now hopefully she didn't just consent to being dinner.










