[Hayley slides awkwardly through the door, trying somehow to remain unnoticed and thus less likely to be addressed, despite the very obvious necessity of their communicating. Her eyes never leave him, her back never meets him. It's not that she doesn't trust him, per say, but, well, she doesn't trust him. Just because he can provide the closest thing she has to a safer place doesn't mean that it is safe.
Once inside, she edges awkwardly around the invisible bubble surrounding him, keeping equidistant as she moves farther into the room and glances briefly about at the surroundings and how he's decorated his suite. It reminds her too much of her own, only cleaner. So few things to speak to the man he is, his tastes, or who he might desire to be. His suite is as hollow as his perceived identity, as her own tastes and preferences.]
A little. [It's a safe answer, one that allows her to accept or deny any offer or request upon elaboration.]
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Once inside, she edges awkwardly around the invisible bubble surrounding him, keeping equidistant as she moves farther into the room and glances briefly about at the surroundings and how he's decorated his suite. It reminds her too much of her own, only cleaner. So few things to speak to the man he is, his tastes, or who he might desire to be. His suite is as hollow as his perceived identity, as her own tastes and preferences.]
A little. [It's a safe answer, one that allows her to accept or deny any offer or request upon elaboration.]