Oh, this is a first. Hands on her hips and compass placed on the table in front of them, Beidou can't help the frown that makes itself apparent on her face. This was expensive, but it's nothing that she can't replace with ease. "Well. Can't say I've ever seen someone break one just from holding it," She mumbles, picking it up to gently tap it against the wood in an attempt to spring it back to life. No luck. "I'd almost believe you're cursed, or something. Sailors are pretty superstitious, after all." That same frown quickly fades into a lopsided grin, a light chuckle coming; it's always refreshing to meet eccentric souls across the lands of Teyvat. "If you're gonna be breaking my things, though, I'd like to put a name to the face. Captain Beidou here, at your service-- oh, you can just call me Beidou, though."
one does not earn the title of captain through mercy alone, but it is kind of beidou to spare it. lynette returns the courtesy of her name as if it makes up for damaging personal property before even giving one. “lynette. pleased to make your acquaintance.”
at the compass, she cannot say she is surprised.
“i was just wondering what one of these looked like up close.” down at the now-scrap metal does lynette blink, slow and half-lidded. “the other day, i spotted some shameless man holding one with his lover... ‘what is North, if not you?’ ...he went.”
(lynette had no idea where she stood; that it was either the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard, or the most romantic. maybe both. she repockets the line to run by lyney later.)
“i'm sorry, though. i'll pay for a replacement.” perhaps a bit awkwardly, she holds what's left of the sad little trinket back out to its owner.
and it is difficult to derive anything out of lynette's signature deadpan, tone above all—but if beidou's still got her talking, it's safe to say she isn't bothered one bit by superstition. once upon a time, after all, she had considered herself cursed.