[ His eyes track her startled movement when the carriage shifts. It's an idle kind of focus, not terribly heavy; habitual, same as how he'd kept an eye on the crowds. He meets her eyes again when she speaks, taking in the straightforward answer. It isn't trust. But it's logical, which is good enough. Maybe better.
He doesn't seem to mind the uneven start-stop of the carriage, easily adjusting to each small, sudden jolt as they load up the last few seats. The expanding view outside is more distracting. His gaze cuts away as he replies, and a lilt of curiosity slips into his otherwise neutral voice as he watches the slowly dropping buildings and stretching horizon. ]
Because I work in space. I don't know if it's all heights or no heights, but it sure as hell ain't solid ground.
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He doesn't seem to mind the uneven start-stop of the carriage, easily adjusting to each small, sudden jolt as they load up the last few seats. The expanding view outside is more distracting. His gaze cuts away as he replies, and a lilt of curiosity slips into his otherwise neutral voice as he watches the slowly dropping buildings and stretching horizon. ]
Because I work in space. I don't know if it's all heights or no heights, but it sure as hell ain't solid ground.