Where I'm from, it's the year twenty-thirty-nine. Nearly three decades after the world basically ended.
[ It's probably obvious, just from knowing her at all and seeing the room - she doesn't really use this space for more than having alone time. There are pictures up on the walls, clearly drawn by hand. Also notebooks filled with her writings, though none of them are open for him to see as much... Though he should recognize at least some as what she's been sitting and writing in on a daily basis.
She casually shrugs one shoulder before answering. ]
Better than most - gettin' by just fine. [ ... ] You?
Ended - creatures wiped out most of humanity, decades before I was born.
[ Meaning she was literally born into a post-apocalyptic world. There's some tension at the reminder of his powers, but she's been trying to understand more on that whole thing. ]
You and several others. [ clearly already getting where he's going with this, but... ] Why the reminder?
Ah... he doesn't need to be an empath to see how immediately on guard she is, and that makes the edge of his mouth twitch. He lets out a gentle breath.
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And then she smirks softly, opening the door and nodding. ]
That some new code? [ guess who was just introduced to that knock pattern ] Anyway, what's up?
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[A soft grin.]
Wanted to chat with you... mind if I come in? Or we can find another room if you'd prefer that.
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Or... time, maybe. Unless you're not from Earth?
[ There's a quiet hum before she moves back so he can walk the rest of the way in. There's a small gesture with one hand, inviting him to. ]
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[He gives a nod of gratitude and walks on in.]
So... how've you been?
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Where I'm from, it's the year twenty-thirty-nine. Nearly three decades after the world basically ended.
[ It's probably obvious, just from knowing her at all and seeing the room - she doesn't really use this space for more than having alone time. There are pictures up on the walls, clearly drawn by hand. Also notebooks filled with her writings, though none of them are open for him to see as much... Though he should recognize at least some as what she's been sitting and writing in on a daily basis.
She casually shrugs one shoulder before answering. ]
Better than most - gettin' by just fine. [ ... ] You?
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[He gives a glance to her, then looks around at the stuff, head turned so she can't see when he answers.]
Been better— but I'll survive.
[He looks back to her, gaze softening.]
... you.. know I'm an empath, right?
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[ Meaning she was literally born into a post-apocalyptic world. There's some tension at the reminder of his powers, but she's been trying to understand more on that whole thing. ]
You and several others. [ clearly already getting where he's going with this, but... ] Why the reminder?
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Ah... he doesn't need to be an empath to see how immediately on guard she is, and that makes the edge of his mouth twitch. He lets out a gentle breath.
Honestly:]
Because I want to help you feel better.