lanselos_du_lac

Nina catches something in that smile, just a glimpse, but she doesn't say anything. "Susan," she thinks, tilting her head. "I've only spoken to her a few times before we started our project together, but she's so much more proper than I am and she keeps her emotions close to the chest-- or at least tries to." She tilts her shoulders back, emulating Susan's posture, and schools her expressiveness into something more solemn and refined. She does try to affect an accent that's more refined as well, but she's not sure if it carries through the translator. "Much like this," she says, with a hint of a smile that carries just enough warmth.