In The Rough

[Omi]

Siobhan gave a single nod of acknowledgement. "I'm hopin' to not put it to too strenuous a use," she added briefly. "I've no doubt that it's sturdy, but I ain't lookin' to test my luck."

The part about being recognised she did her best to gloss past. What Damian wanted from her in that regard was one thing, but she had no taste for being thrust straight back into the spotlight. Better to moderate his expectations and desires further down the line than confront him directly. Instead, she followed his gaze towards where her imagined desk would find itself, pursing her lips slightly before nodding again.

"Works fer me -- both th' office and the visitin'. It ain't gotta be all business, an' I got on well wi' my peers in th' past as fellow people as well. You're welcome fer a chat any time."

Her smile was genuine, although a tiny bit guarded. He needed the alone time more than she did, she suspected -- after all, he had a revelation of the self to plan for the others. In that, her thoughts mirrored his own. It was time to wrap this up.

"If'n that's all, anyway, Damian," she continued shortly, perhaps interrupting his train of thought as he mentally rearranged the room. "I'm to be back at Ouray before th' day's out."

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