Citra narrows her eyes, recognizing the evasion for what it is and not liking it. His first question is sensible enough that she can't really excuse not answering it, though. He's already been here for over a year; who's to say that they disappeared from home at the same time? They can't be that far off in the grand scheme of things -- he's old enough to know who she is, and young enough that he can't have vanished too long after she did. But they might not quite line up.
He might not know Goddard's back.
His second question is just a non-sequitur, and she frowns. "Not really, no," she says with a pointed quirk of her eyebrows. It's true -- she just came from dinner, and while she could politely sip a cup of something, she's far from hungry -- but more than that, it's a refusal to just let that ugly implication sit there, ignored, while he tries to distract her with coffee. "And it was the Year of the Raptor when I left, just after the Winter Conclave. What about you?"
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Date: 2019-04-02 08:24 pm (UTC)From:He might not know Goddard's back.
His second question is just a non-sequitur, and she frowns. "Not really, no," she says with a pointed quirk of her eyebrows. It's true -- she just came from dinner, and while she could politely sip a cup of something, she's far from hungry -- but more than that, it's a refusal to just let that ugly implication sit there, ignored, while he tries to distract her with coffee. "And it was the Year of the Raptor when I left, just after the Winter Conclave. What about you?"