Eric keeps his distance, though wanders slowly, hands in his pockets, to a better spot so he can see what she's doing. He's looking better than he has since before even arriving; his complexion less dead like and the lighting making him appear more alive, if it was, at all, possible.
"Godric, you mean? I think he's relieved I'm upright," Eric gives a hint of a smile, doing a cursory glance of the room before looking back at her. "He's the reason I was able to find you though."
It's a juxtaposition that makes her wary, this smiling, calm, mostly normal man who almost killed her friend. She has good reason not to trust someone doing everything to convince her to do just that, but she recognizes it as something maladaptive to normal society. A tricky line to walk.
She raises an eyebrow, and it makes her more blatantly wary when she asks, "You were looking?"
Among the rocks in her lap are two that are clearly in a very rudimentary arrowhead shape, and the one in her hand is halfway to three, the debris she's chipped and filed off of it caught by the towel.
How ironic that he was almost a normal man now. Oddly enough, Eric doesn't miss it and the bottled blood in his maker's fridge was sufficient enough both in taste and nourishment. Then again, having spent a lot of his death toll, so far, sick and unable to keep anything down might have everything to do with that.
"For a specific reason, yes," he replies, slipping his phone out to hold up. "I'm told you might be able to help me fix this."
The screen is fractured, but only from the right edge half way down to the top left corner, leaving the rest fairly unimpeded. The real problem lies in the fact that it won't turn on.
Much more comfortable with someone wanting to find her for some way in which she can help them, she straightens back up as her eyes drop to the phone offered out to her. She reaches for it after a quick glance up (way up) to his face to double check, pulling it back to turn over in her hands to look over. She does, of course, try to turn it on.
Once the phone is handed off, Eric takes a step back in order to stay out of her personal space, but he keeps his eyes on her in a casual like way.
"I threw it against a fairly sturdy vertical surface in my cabin," Eric shares, eyes dropping momentarily to the arrow heads being crafted. It reminds him of the many he made himself before his father gave him his first skeggøx. He goes on, "The back of it popped off but the battery wasn't the only thing that fell out of it."
"Did you pick everything back up?" She's not concerned, apparently, about him throwing it. It makes for a challenge, certainly, but she's good at doing more with less.
She can see the damage now, and she moves the towel and her arrowhead project aside to investigate how to pop the back off.
Her brow furrows, either in concentration as she investigates the device or over what he's saying it's difficult to say because she only glances up occasionally to look at him.
"Did you choose anything about how you arrived?" she asks.
"No," Eric replies stiffly. It's the fact he was brought in against his will that upsets him, though even if he had the choice, knowing that Godric was alive and on the barge would be enough of a reason to agree to come.
He continues to watch her, a little smile spreading to become evident. "I would have chosen my apartment in Paris if I had the choice."
It's the sticking point for a lot of people, as far as Rosita is aware; that, and getting no warning or explanation.
"Then you might not have to lay as low as you think. There's always the chance of an outlier, of course, who's just pissed off about being here and looking for an excuse - but as long as you're not out here murdering people for your own curiosity -" Her voice goes tense and sharp for a moment, angry, before it evaporates again "- you should be fine."
She raises an eyebrow, glancing up at him and back down. "Paris, huh? Instead of the Barge, or instead of whatever your cabin is?"
Eric dares to take the necessary couple of steps to a chair and perches on the arm, noting the change in her tone before shrugging vaguely. "Murdering out of curiosity was never something that crossed my mind. Not even as a child growing up when killing was in the name of survival. It's only ever been about survival. A little bit of vengeance, too."
A beat and he nods.
"And yes, Paris. I got stuck with the basement at the bar I ran in Shreveport with my progeny, Pam."
"Congratulations on mot being a total piece of shit then. "
She's watchful, but doesn't care that he's come closer. She's pulling pieces out of the communicator in her lap now, fully involved in chasing the mystery of it.
"You can have it changed if you don't like it that much. Louisiana to Paris is a big jump."
"Oh, I'm still a piece of shit to some people, but for other reasons."
He watches her hands work and shrugs.
"Maybe I will, though I'm led to believe there are limitations on what temporary wardens can ask the Admiral on your behalf. Have you heard anything about that?"
"Everyone's a piece of shit to someone else," she points out, squinting into the guts of the communicator.
"I have. My opinion on it is that their sole purpose here, the one thing we can't do without them, is make requests the Admiral will hear. So if they can't do that, then what's the point?"
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Date: 2024-06-30 02:30 am (UTC)From:"Godric, you mean? I think he's relieved I'm upright," Eric gives a hint of a smile, doing a cursory glance of the room before looking back at her. "He's the reason I was able to find you though."
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Date: 2024-06-30 04:48 am (UTC)From:She raises an eyebrow, and it makes her more blatantly wary when she asks, "You were looking?"
Among the rocks in her lap are two that are clearly in a very rudimentary arrowhead shape, and the one in her hand is halfway to three, the debris she's chipped and filed off of it caught by the towel.
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Date: 2024-06-30 08:23 pm (UTC)From:"For a specific reason, yes," he replies, slipping his phone out to hold up. "I'm told you might be able to help me fix this."
The screen is fractured, but only from the right edge half way down to the top left corner, leaving the rest fairly unimpeded. The real problem lies in the fact that it won't turn on.
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Date: 2024-06-30 11:05 pm (UTC)From:Much more comfortable with someone wanting to find her for some way in which she can help them, she straightens back up as her eyes drop to the phone offered out to her. She reaches for it after a quick glance up (way up) to his face to double check, pulling it back to turn over in her hands to look over. She does, of course, try to turn it on.
"Maybe. What happened to it?"
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Date: 2024-07-01 02:11 am (UTC)From:"I threw it against a fairly sturdy vertical surface in my cabin," Eric shares, eyes dropping momentarily to the arrow heads being crafted. It reminds him of the many he made himself before his father gave him his first skeggøx. He goes on, "The back of it popped off but the battery wasn't the only thing that fell out of it."
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Date: 2024-07-01 02:32 am (UTC)From:She can see the damage now, and she moves the towel and her arrowhead project aside to investigate how to pop the back off.
"Why not ask the Admiral for a new one?"
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Date: 2024-07-01 04:55 pm (UTC)From:He is still learning about the barge but he's willing to bet the Admiral isn't going to want to reward his less than civil behaviour.
"As for picking everything up, my cabin is a basement, so it was a bit hard to see what parts flew where. My apologies?"
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Date: 2024-07-03 09:06 pm (UTC)From:"Did you choose anything about how you arrived?" she asks.
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Date: 2024-07-08 07:27 pm (UTC)From:He continues to watch her, a little smile spreading to become evident. "I would have chosen my apartment in Paris if I had the choice."
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Date: 2024-07-09 12:21 am (UTC)From:"Then you might not have to lay as low as you think. There's always the chance of an outlier, of course, who's just pissed off about being here and looking for an excuse - but as long as you're not out here murdering people for your own curiosity -" Her voice goes tense and sharp for a moment, angry, before it evaporates again "- you should be fine."
She raises an eyebrow, glancing up at him and back down. "Paris, huh? Instead of the Barge, or instead of whatever your cabin is?"
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Date: 2024-07-09 02:57 am (UTC)From:A beat and he nods.
"And yes, Paris. I got stuck with the basement at the bar I ran in Shreveport with my progeny, Pam."
His expression sours a little talking about it.
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Date: 2024-07-09 03:47 am (UTC)From:She's watchful, but doesn't care that he's come closer. She's pulling pieces out of the communicator in her lap now, fully involved in chasing the mystery of it.
"You can have it changed if you don't like it that much. Louisiana to Paris is a big jump."
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Date: 2024-07-12 07:04 pm (UTC)From:He watches her hands work and shrugs.
"Maybe I will, though I'm led to believe there are limitations on what temporary wardens can ask the Admiral on your behalf. Have you heard anything about that?"
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:43 pm (UTC)From:"I have. My opinion on it is that their sole purpose here, the one thing we can't do without them, is make requests the Admiral will hear. So if they can't do that, then what's the point?"