interrogation starters || accepting
there’s a slight jump in her shoulders as she’s being addressed. had she seen anything? was there something that had happened? was she supposed to be paying attention and because of the fact that she hadn’t, she’s now being asked to reiterate the scene that she supposedly saw? maybe someone had asked her to earlier and she just didn’t remember? she frowns.
a slight tremble shakes through her as she shakes her head no and lowers it in a small attempt to apologize, guilt gnawing at her. hopefully it wasn’t something too important or she’d feel even worse.
oh god he’d made her nervous. he rushes to reassure her, a nervous smile on his face, his hands out in front of him. of all things - well, okay, maybe asking someone if they saw anything was a little suspicious, but he’s not a suspicious guy! he promises, so he really does feel bad. of course, he doesn’t touch her at all, keeping a good foot and a half between them.
“n - not like, a crime thing! like, i’m recording something special for my fans and i don’t want it to be spoiled, that’s why ... nothing bad! please don’t feel bad!”
