....grouchy? As in a foul mood? No. No that's not what this is.
"Forgive me for being hasty Signora. Last we spoke, you tried to meld me to your will and wipe my memories. My home has many laws against such actions." Not to mention it's just plain cruel.
It's of note, at least, that the safety of his gun is on. He lowers it a little more as she speaks. "You must understand why I am still on alert." He fell asleep. When did he fall asleep? How did he miss her waking up?? Concerning...
He stares at her as she delivers...what is quite possibly the worst apology he'd ever heard. And he works with Oren. "Your...attempted apology is. Appreciated, Signora." The scattered frequencies at least let him know her words are genuine...as far as he can discern, anyway. He winces ever so slightly when he can see the bump on her temple from here. "You were being unreasonable. I had to use force to stop you before you went too far. That fogginess may have been from exhaustion..." It's still no excuse.
He notes her bleary demeanor. "You may be...a little concussed for a time. It should heal soon enough." Distinctly no apologies for that. Especially since it seems she's being more reasonable while concussed.
....Perhaps he is in somewhat of a foul mood as she'd first said. Hm. He takes a steadying breath.
"I do not trust you, Signora Robin. But..." And it is then that he lowers his gun completely, laying it across his lap. "I do not wish to harm you, either. I never have. You are a passenger, and Sunday's sister. In a way." He tilts his head slightly down. "You have my word I will not be a threat to Sunday or his memory." In all Robin might have gleaned from Federico's mind, his earnest nature and his unshakeable loyalty and determination should have been clear.
A compromise, of sorts..."I would...like to do this on my own. He was dear to me in turn..." He lets out a breath, slow and tired. "However, it is unreasonable to insist on proceeding alone with such few resources. Your help...it is acceptable." He looks up at her again. "So long as you do not attempt to force your way into the matter again, I have no further protests with you aiding in this endeavor. Is that understood?" He holds his hand up, not clasping hers yet. She must agree first.
As is with the Law, perameters must be clear and set.
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"Forgive me for being hasty Signora. Last we spoke, you tried to meld me to your will and wipe my memories. My home has many laws against such actions." Not to mention it's just plain cruel.
It's of note, at least, that the safety of his gun is on. He lowers it a little more as she speaks. "You must understand why I am still on alert." He fell asleep. When did he fall asleep? How did he miss her waking up?? Concerning...
He stares at her as she delivers...what is quite possibly the worst apology he'd ever heard. And he works with Oren. "Your...attempted apology is. Appreciated, Signora." The scattered frequencies at least let him know her words are genuine...as far as he can discern, anyway. He winces ever so slightly when he can see the bump on her temple from here. "You were being unreasonable. I had to use force to stop you before you went too far. That fogginess may have been from exhaustion..." It's still no excuse.
He notes her bleary demeanor. "You may be...a little concussed for a time. It should heal soon enough." Distinctly no apologies for that. Especially since it seems she's being more reasonable while concussed.
....Perhaps he is in somewhat of a foul mood as she'd first said. Hm. He takes a steadying breath.
"I do not trust you, Signora Robin. But..." And it is then that he lowers his gun completely, laying it across his lap. "I do not wish to harm you, either. I never have. You are a passenger, and Sunday's sister. In a way." He tilts his head slightly down. "You have my word I will not be a threat to Sunday or his memory." In all Robin might have gleaned from Federico's mind, his earnest nature and his unshakeable loyalty and determination should have been clear.
A compromise, of sorts..."I would...like to do this on my own. He was dear to me in turn..." He lets out a breath, slow and tired. "However, it is unreasonable to insist on proceeding alone with such few resources. Your help...it is acceptable." He looks up at her again. "So long as you do not attempt to force your way into the matter again, I have no further protests with you aiding in this endeavor. Is that understood?" He holds his hand up, not clasping hers yet. She must agree first.
As is with the Law, perameters must be clear and set.