[Well, she’s trying-what else does this girl expect from her? Awkward silence? She gives her that instead, then, hands settled on her bag as they walk, and when they come to a street she recognizes, she’s sorely tempted to say she can take it from here. But no, she can’t, and so she continues on, biting her tongue and following on course. Finally, though, she figures maybe she mis-read the tone, and she’s not about to ask the question she’s probably expected to, the ‘to who, exactly’.]
Small talk ain’t really my deal, but uh. Do you know of any bookshops around here? I’m looking to update my collection.
{Now, that would be telling. 'Yes, I expect you to scream and cower and bleed on command.' Makes a fantastic ploy. Please, darling, spare us. The silence may seem awkward to Brooke, but to Dai it's a brief reprieve, a settling; a moment of time to herself without the inane mortal babbling.
She could swear even last century's humans were more fun than this.
Small talk isn't really Dai's deal, either, unless it's backdrop to torture, as contrast; needless to say, this is something of a strain on both of them, and not in a good way.}
Mm? I believe there's one just around the corner from where you're headed, actually. I'll point it out.
