He has a split-second to formulate the words, I'd rather just hear the description before her eyes go white - and a sudden movement in his peripheral vision makes his head whip round; one of the axes just left its rack and hurled itself directly into the centre of the nearest target. He automatically tries to examine the archived footage: there's nothing moving the axe that he can see. The girl's eyes went white, and as soon as they did the movement started.
It takes him less than a second to get the overview, and when he's concluded that once again, he and science have been stumped, the conversation can move on.
"Huh."
It won't necessarily move on in an eloquent manner, but it'll move on.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask what your name was," he says, only belatedly remembering when he goes to say it and realises it's information he didn't ask for. "I'm Connor."
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It takes him less than a second to get the overview, and when he's concluded that once again, he and science have been stumped, the conversation can move on.
"Huh."
It won't necessarily move on in an eloquent manner, but it'll move on.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask what your name was," he says, only belatedly remembering when he goes to say it and realises it's information he didn't ask for. "I'm Connor."