[ Multitasking isn't difficult for her, but, caught between being impolite by ignoring her helper and not being able to give her full attention to the conversation, it almost could prove to be so. Instantly the voice at the other end begins recounting his stresful morning in a way she thinks is an apology jumbled with explanation and blame of the previous resident; she could almost roll her eyes, but peppers the moments of silence with ] Yes. Yes, I see. Completely understandable.
[ She glances to Warsman out the corner of her eye as she leaves the takeaway cup temporarily on the floor and changes hands to hold her cellphone with. It's hopefully implied, by her movement, that she intends for them to go ahead since the owner seems to be making a terrible fuss about it taking even longer for him to get here. The way this acquaintance suddenly stares down, barely thinly veiling some kind of discomfort, grabs her, though. Was it that she closed the door? It's nothing demanding suspicion, but she can't be too careful-- nor does she want to tolerate an awkward silence rather than solve what's causing it. Ignoring the voice for a moment, she covers the receiver. ]
no subject
[ She glances to Warsman out the corner of her eye as she leaves the takeaway cup temporarily on the floor and changes hands to hold her cellphone with. It's hopefully implied, by her movement, that she intends for them to go ahead since the owner seems to be making a terrible fuss about it taking even longer for him to get here. The way this acquaintance suddenly stares down, barely thinly veiling some kind of discomfort, grabs her, though. Was it that she closed the door? It's nothing demanding suspicion, but she can't be too careful-- nor does she want to tolerate an awkward silence rather than solve what's causing it. Ignoring the voice for a moment, she covers the receiver. ]
What's the matter?