He just stares flatly as she struggles to keep standing, like a newborn, dizzy baby hoof-beast (horse. he means a horse). But then her pained vocalizations sound like an injured fowlbeast........
"I do believe pressing on alone when you are experiencing such pain is what's unnecessary. You could be worsening your injuries. That is foolish." ...A true gentleman would look away to grant Robin her dignity as she struggles. Such social graces are...not in this man's wheelhouse.
He understands pushing one's limits for a mission, for some form of task. But there no such thing here...Federico himself had, in fact, sprained his ankle quite badly upon meeting Sunday, and while not ideal, did accept the Halovian's help.
"A cane..." All he has is a nightstick. And his patron firearms. If this were any other part of the ship, he would go fetch a stick (ha- wait he's not a dog) for her. But all they have is mirrors.
Regardless, he doesn't seem scornful in the least. In fact, his brow furrows slightly as if very seriously considering his options...her nervousness in expressing weakness goes right over his head, but he is still considering the compromise she proposed. If he could decide, he'd just pick her up right now-
She falls. Federico is at her side in an instant, crouching down to eye level, but not touching. He's...not sure what constitutes "necessary". Perhaps if she's in line of fire?? Unspoken lines for the boundaries stated...difficult.
"Signora. All I have on my person is weapons. You could feasibly use one of my shotguns as an aide," Some sankta might consider that sacrilegious, but Federico is only concerned with the practicality, "but that could be dangerous. Not to mention its weight might be a detriment to your state. I just." And his brow furrows more, faint frustration bleeding into his expression. All his training and he keeps getting barred from offering his help...
"You say it is not necessary. But Signora, you cannot walk, and you wish to find your brother. Those two factors oppose each other. It is logical to accept aid in reaching that goal, is it not?"
He is analyzing her problems like a very confused computer
"I do believe pressing on alone when you are experiencing such pain is what's unnecessary. You could be worsening your injuries. That is foolish." ...A true gentleman would look away to grant Robin her dignity as she struggles. Such social graces are...not in this man's wheelhouse.
He understands pushing one's limits for a mission, for some form of task. But there no such thing here...Federico himself had, in fact, sprained his ankle quite badly upon meeting Sunday, and while not ideal, did accept the Halovian's help.
"A cane..." All he has is a nightstick. And his patron firearms. If this were any other part of the ship, he would go fetch a stick (ha- wait he's not a dog) for her. But all they have is mirrors.
Regardless, he doesn't seem scornful in the least. In fact, his brow furrows slightly as if very seriously considering his options...her nervousness in expressing weakness goes right over his head, but he is still considering the compromise she proposed. If he could decide, he'd just pick her up right now-
She falls. Federico is at her side in an instant, crouching down to eye level, but not touching. He's...not sure what constitutes "necessary". Perhaps if she's in line of fire?? Unspoken lines for the boundaries stated...difficult.
"Signora. All I have on my person is weapons. You could feasibly use one of my shotguns as an aide," Some sankta might consider that sacrilegious, but Federico is only concerned with the practicality, "but that could be dangerous. Not to mention its weight might be a detriment to your state. I just." And his brow furrows more, faint frustration bleeding into his expression. All his training and he keeps getting barred from offering his help...
"You say it is not necessary. But Signora, you cannot walk, and you wish to find your brother. Those two factors oppose each other. It is logical to accept aid in reaching that goal, is it not?"