[ The book in front of her is more frustrating than engrossing, so Daisy's attention isn't engaged enough to miss someone approaching her table. Every object in the universe vibrates at its own unique frequency that she can tap into, but without focused concentration, it's simply an enhanced awareness of her surroundings at all times. When she'd first gone through terrigenesis, she'd described her abilities as feeling like a thousand bees were trapped inside her, and that feeling hasn't dissipated in the years since.
Glancing up from the dense text on unexplained cave paintings, she sizes up the stranger with an expert eye and wary expression. After a moment, though, she nods and gestures with the pen that she's been using to jot an array of notes in a pocket notepad, the leather of her jacket worn enough to make only the softest whisper of sound as her arm moves. ]
Sure, go ahead. I've already finished with that one.
[ There's no suspicion in her voice despite the look in her eyes. If anything, she just sounds tired, worn down by fear and desperation. She can do this, she's faced bigger than this and survived... But some part of her is still terrified that this will be the one time she doesn't and her family will never know what happened to her. ]
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Glancing up from the dense text on unexplained cave paintings, she sizes up the stranger with an expert eye and wary expression. After a moment, though, she nods and gestures with the pen that she's been using to jot an array of notes in a pocket notepad, the leather of her jacket worn enough to make only the softest whisper of sound as her arm moves. ]
Sure, go ahead. I've already finished with that one.
[ There's no suspicion in her voice despite the look in her eyes. If anything, she just sounds tired, worn down by fear and desperation. She can do this, she's faced bigger than this and survived... But some part of her is still terrified that this will be the one time she doesn't and her family will never know what happened to her. ]