The moment that he catches the smile she gives him in return, there is definitely a feeling of relief. That she understands what it is he's trying to do, that she knows the place he's trying to inhabit. Because she is just a kid, whether or not she's had to grow up quickly, and she deserves to have some level of feeling like she's being looked after.
Thank you she says, once she's sat down next to him. Once she has his eyes. And Sam...nods, once, at it. Because for all that he might want to push back on that, how much he might want to say it's not that it's a chance, I do believe you, but instead of any of that Sam just. Smiles at her and nods, because a part of him does understand that reverence. How important it is.
( Not the first time, he pictures Natasha. The quiet reverence of her voice. )
"I believe it will." She nods a little. "Time will tell." If she's good at nothing else, Inej- and more so still The Wraith– is very good at patience.
This... feels like the right note to end their conversation on. She gets back to her feet, a hand sweeping across herself in what's obviously a religious sign. "Saints be with you, Sam Wilson."
Without giving him a chance to ask anything further, she gives him a slight nod. And she could go out the door. It would be the normal thing to do. But normal left Inej years ago. She slips out the way she came in– through the window, and up to the roof, where she feels the most natural anyway.
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sounds good!
Thank you she says, once she's sat down next to him. Once she has his eyes. And Sam...nods, once, at it. Because for all that he might want to push back on that, how much he might want to say it's not that it's a chance, I do believe you, but instead of any of that Sam just. Smiles at her and nods, because a part of him does understand that reverence. How important it is.
( Not the first time, he pictures Natasha. The quiet reverence of her voice. )
"I hope it helps."
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This... feels like the right note to end their conversation on. She gets back to her feet, a hand sweeping across herself in what's obviously a religious sign. "Saints be with you, Sam Wilson."
Without giving him a chance to ask anything further, she gives him a slight nod. And she could go out the door. It would be the normal thing to do. But normal left Inej years ago. She slips out the way she came in– through the window, and up to the roof, where she feels the most natural anyway.