[Ringer remains a steady presence, mostly still and continuously watching him. She's searching his expression, peering into his eyes and through them down into the best she can guess at his thoughts. It's all guesses, but Ringer knows people pretty well and she can guess at what's running through his mind. Her walls are so thick that trying to get through the deepest layer is more effort than it's worth for most people. She knows that.
She also knows that FDR is more persistent than most, that he enjoys a challenge, and especially that he takes pride in achieving things that other people can't. FDR likes her, but he also likes the game and she's not entirely sure how much of his desire to get to know her is one versus the other. She doesn't care, so long as he's trustworthy.]
I won't decide for you. [Ringer's hand moves to an empty space near her shoulder, then falls away when she realizes. It's an automatic habit, to reach for the rifle that should be there, the one she relied on for comfort before this place.] I've already agreed to try. The more I trust you, the more I'll let you in. It's your decision how close you want to be.
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She also knows that FDR is more persistent than most, that he enjoys a challenge, and especially that he takes pride in achieving things that other people can't. FDR likes her, but he also likes the game and she's not entirely sure how much of his desire to get to know her is one versus the other. She doesn't care, so long as he's trustworthy.]
I won't decide for you. [Ringer's hand moves to an empty space near her shoulder, then falls away when she realizes. It's an automatic habit, to reach for the rifle that should be there, the one she relied on for comfort before this place.] I've already agreed to try. The more I trust you, the more I'll let you in. It's your decision how close you want to be.