[ She has the good sense in a "crisis" as usual to immediately move forward to turn his stove off before she does or says anything else. The soup boiling over and causing even more of a mess wouldn't exactly help matters. Perhaps it's seeing him reacting in such a way, being so skittish that has her immediately forgetting to be shy and plugging into her usual measured, calm mindset. ]
It's my fault. I still should have knocked.
[ Regardless of what he'd told her, a person should always knock just in case. She's not sure why she had forgotten her manners to such a degree - perhaps because she tended to let her guard down around him that way.
He'd dived for the door and honestly, she finds it pretty obvious as to why. He hadn't given her long enough to scan him the entirety of his torso but plenty long enough to see the extent of the scars, the burns, the metal parts that almost seem to be holding him together in places... It's a lot. A lot to take in for anyone, to see the extent he must have been damaged over so long an existence that he's had.
Yet she doesn't see anything shameful in that.
She doesn't follow him through the doorway when she turns away from the stove top, but she does speak to him, her tone as quiet as she can allow it to be with a doorway between them. ]
Vash? I apologise, for not knocking but- [ She hesitates, wondering briefly whether she should just go, whether that would be better but- ] You don't need to hide from me. You don't need to apologise either.
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It's my fault. I still should have knocked.
[ Regardless of what he'd told her, a person should always knock just in case. She's not sure why she had forgotten her manners to such a degree - perhaps because she tended to let her guard down around him that way.
He'd dived for the door and honestly, she finds it pretty obvious as to why. He hadn't given her long enough to scan him the entirety of his torso but plenty long enough to see the extent of the scars, the burns, the metal parts that almost seem to be holding him together in places... It's a lot. A lot to take in for anyone, to see the extent he must have been damaged over so long an existence that he's had.
Yet she doesn't see anything shameful in that.
She doesn't follow him through the doorway when she turns away from the stove top, but she does speak to him, her tone as quiet as she can allow it to be with a doorway between them. ]
Vash? I apologise, for not knocking but- [ She hesitates, wondering briefly whether she should just go, whether that would be better but- ] You don't need to hide from me. You don't need to apologise either.