She raises a brow, tilting her head to get a better look at him, as though another angle might help her understand what it is exactly behind that sudden look of doubt on his features. Faye should be able to understand the anxiety, she really should, but there's a part of her that finds it hard to believe that it still lingers now, considering all that they've just done. Not that she minds the grin, she thinks. If there's anything that should wipe away a girl's fears, it'd be that.
"Rusty? This isn't exactly a skill you forget after a few months, is it?" she asks, hair falling forward again, framing her face. "It changes with every person. Though..." Her gaze falls to the bathysphere floor, heavy, even as her features continue to try for levity. "That's something I don't need to tell you, I'm sure."
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:42 am (UTC)"Rusty? This isn't exactly a skill you forget after a few months, is it?" she asks, hair falling forward again, framing her face. "It changes with every person. Though..." Her gaze falls to the bathysphere floor, heavy, even as her features continue to try for levity. "That's something I don't need to tell you, I'm sure."