Shaw scoots up on her elbows, peering after Root. Hearing the water in the sink run and run and run, without having heard the toilet flush beforehand.]
Stay here?
[She says to Carver, as she swings her legs off the bed and makes a grab for her underpants and sports bra. She's not overly modest, but even so, she's always felt a little silly walking around stark naked. After pulling them on, she follows Root to the bathroom - not crowding inside with her, but leaning against the doorframe and watching her in the mirror.
Root is near-impossible to predict, which is one of the things that Shaw likes best about her. She's also generally honest with people who bother to ask her things directly, which is one of the other things that Shaw likes best about her. So she waits for a second, and then asks simply:]
[ Shaw's like that, perceptive without being presumptive. One of the things she likes best about her.
Root slurps some water from her hands, an intentionally silly noise, then splashes some cold over her face to reorient herself before straightening up. She smiles lopsidedly at Shaw. ]
Doing great, for a dead person.
[ She's not trying to hide her thoughts, her neuroses; she just doesn't think they need to be given that much screen time. Much like Shaw and her persistent fears that this is all a simulation, there's nothing to be gained from catering to it too much. There's no reason to talk about it, nothing that can be solved; she knows she'd just be bringing the mood down when neither of them need help with that.
She sways toward her, shameless in her panties and lack of top, puts a hand on Sameen's shoulder and pushes her back out the door toward the bed. She seems suddenly tall beside her. ]
I didn't do my job well enough if you're here asking me that. Can I call you Brandon now? [ she calls out over Shaw's shoulder. ] Or do I need to earn that? Because I can work for it.
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Shaw scoots up on her elbows, peering after Root. Hearing the water in the sink run and run and run, without having heard the toilet flush beforehand.]
Stay here?
[She says to Carver, as she swings her legs off the bed and makes a grab for her underpants and sports bra. She's not overly modest, but even so, she's always felt a little silly walking around stark naked. After pulling them on, she follows Root to the bathroom - not crowding inside with her, but leaning against the doorframe and watching her in the mirror.
Root is near-impossible to predict, which is one of the things that Shaw likes best about her. She's also generally honest with people who bother to ask her things directly, which is one of the other things that Shaw likes best about her. So she waits for a second, and then asks simply:]
You good?
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Root slurps some water from her hands, an intentionally silly noise, then splashes some cold over her face to reorient herself before straightening up. She smiles lopsidedly at Shaw. ]
Doing great, for a dead person.
[ She's not trying to hide her thoughts, her neuroses; she just doesn't think they need to be given that much screen time. Much like Shaw and her persistent fears that this is all a simulation, there's nothing to be gained from catering to it too much. There's no reason to talk about it, nothing that can be solved; she knows she'd just be bringing the mood down when neither of them need help with that.
She sways toward her, shameless in her panties and lack of top, puts a hand on Sameen's shoulder and pushes her back out the door toward the bed. She seems suddenly tall beside her. ]
I didn't do my job well enough if you're here asking me that. Can I call you Brandon now? [ she calls out over Shaw's shoulder. ] Or do I need to earn that? Because I can work for it.
[ Root means the implicit offer completely. ]