Ada, for her part, looks as calm and collected as ever. She cannot show weakness, especially not to him. In truth, she's not entirely sure how this chess game will be played out. They've never simply interacted before without some outside reason.
"...I'm fine, thanks. How've you been, Leon?" Ada doesn't bother keeping the sarcasm out of her voice. She knows he's capable of friendly conversation. She's seen it all too often...with, you know, other people.
"Really. How's the work been treating you?" Her gaze flits to the window, and then back to Leon's face. It might not seem like it, but Ada really is trying here.
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Date: 2006-10-27 04:48 am (UTC)"...I'm fine, thanks. How've you been, Leon?" Ada doesn't bother keeping the sarcasm out of her voice. She knows he's capable of friendly conversation. She's seen it all too often...with, you know, other people.
"Really. How's the work been treating you?" Her gaze flits to the window, and then back to Leon's face. It might not seem like it, but Ada really is trying here.