[She smiles; it's a fairly arbitrary expression, automatic in a sense. He's doing well. Of course he is.]
Think nothing of it. Our conversation is finished. [In fact she steps away from the drone without further pretense or any hesitation. The creature hardly seems bothered by the total lack of acknowledgement or dismissal; it happily putters along as Cathaway instead moves to close in on Sam. Her footsteps are marked by the faint jingling of the metallic charms hanging from her wrists and dripped along the fine chains wrapped at her forearms.
no subject
Think nothing of it. Our conversation is finished. [In fact she steps away from the drone without further pretense or any hesitation. The creature hardly seems bothered by the total lack of acknowledgement or dismissal; it happily putters along as Cathaway instead moves to close in on Sam. Her footsteps are marked by the faint jingling of the metallic charms hanging from her wrists and dripped along the fine chains wrapped at her forearms.
It's almost a pleasant sound.]
How do you find the Station so far?