[ Elisa's face wrinkles with sadness; maybe it was broken. His lie goes right over her, she'd never be the wiser. Checking her own shell and then offering it to him to listen instead (hey, no one should miss out on this it's pretty cool.) Her shell played a different tune, some old music, likely played on a radio or a record player. In the distant background is an older gentleman, rambling away, almost intelligible.
She motions again, doing her best to mime instead of ASL; sometimes it went over better understood. Maybe she should ty to be a bit more understanding...less condescending. After all, he seemed to be a mature sounding boy.
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She motions again, doing her best to mime instead of ASL; sometimes it went over better understood.
Maybe she should ty to be a bit more understanding...less condescending. After all, he seemed to be a mature sounding boy.
Are you by yourself?
That's about as polite as she gets with it. ]