An Intermediary (Bow)

Bow listened to him and knew he was tearing down her simplistic idea, but smiled anyway. The way he mocked her was funny and she nodded, knowing that he was right. When he spoke about his boss's intelligence she blinked, thinking to herself that he must be a man of true genius to know so much. She wondered how he might be outside of the organization. No one is the same every where they go. Even the man in front of her would surely show a different face if she was not who she was. People are funny like that. They may think that their personalities are stable, but they're anything but. Even she was acting slightly different in this situation. Though, she acted different in every situation. Maybe that's because she was still trying to figure out who she really was.

Then he pulled her back from her thoughts as he spoke about the best kind of parent and instantly her mind went to Malan'tai. She bit her lip and rubbed her arm, looking down slightly as she started thinking about what he said, sighing. "Yeah... I guess you're right... Though, I wish that there wasn't a void to be filled..." She went wide eyed and blushed as she looked up at him, shocked that she had said something so personal. She immediately shifted her face to a smile and a half hearted giggle. "That was silly of me to say! L-let's go back inside and I'll cook you something to eat, what do ya say??" She prayed he didn't say anything else about it.

It appeared his theory had been validated. Pix was able to read Bow's reaction as easily as... well as other people could read his own. The two of them were making a fashion statement, heart on sleeve vogue. One difference. She was open as a rule, even if she did regret her admission just then. Pix meanwhile would try to deny an obvious thought. Reminded him of when he was young, where he would continuously deny doodling on the walls despite holding crayons in his hand.

The thought of going back inside to those narks who had escorted him here didn't sit well with Hugh, "I say, don't bother. I'm a sprite. I don't have a mouth to actually eat food. See-" Pix tried to demonstrate with his emoticons (-o-). "Nothing goes in there. Not food, not water, not air. So if there's nothing else I should really be going." He wanted to be off before Bow brought back up the awkwardness of having to refuse her help, "If there are any complications with Jemmy there's a comic book store you can drop off messages for me. I wrote the address on the back. They... owe us protection money."