It's not as easy for Argilla to keep her calm, not since they got atma. Where the others seemed to flow easily from one emotion to another, Argilla felt the stronger emotions intensely. Intense enough that she has a more difficult time hiding how the woman's kindness sets her on edge. Unable to hide those tiny little facial cues that scream of discomfort and suspicion.
But it's for that very reason that they had Gale be there too. What she couldn't hide her could, they could make that work in their favor. Even as the words 'my dears' rolls off the woman's tongue like they know each other, Argilla finds that need to move again near irresistible. Something in the way Nanako is looking at her comrade makes her want to step in front of him; shield him from the way she's looking at him. (Which she's certain he'd tell her is ridiculous since he isn't exactly shorter than her and he's already seen and processed her expression anyway.)
Lacking for other appropriate action, she lifts an arm and wraps it around herself. It was defensive but less obviously uncomfortable than if she'd chewed on her thumbnail as she wanted to.
"We aren't children." The statement is edged with a touch of annoyance. They've never been children, there aren't any children in the Junkyard before or after it was decimated. She pauses, takes a breath and holds it a second before letting it out again slowly. "You hardly know us, how can you be sure we're anything like this...Secchan?"
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But it's for that very reason that they had Gale be there too. What she couldn't hide her could, they could make that work in their favor. Even as the words 'my dears' rolls off the woman's tongue like they know each other, Argilla finds that need to move again near irresistible. Something in the way Nanako is looking at her comrade makes her want to step in front of him; shield him from the way she's looking at him. (Which she's certain he'd tell her is ridiculous since he isn't exactly shorter than her and he's already seen and processed her expression anyway.)
Lacking for other appropriate action, she lifts an arm and wraps it around herself. It was defensive but less obviously uncomfortable than if she'd chewed on her thumbnail as she wanted to.
"We aren't children." The statement is edged with a touch of annoyance. They've never been children, there aren't any children in the Junkyard before or after it was decimated. She pauses, takes a breath and holds it a second before letting it out again slowly. "You hardly know us, how can you be sure we're anything like this...Secchan?"