[The Northern accent is perfectly understandable to Sasha, meanwhile. She has a strong Londoner's accent herself, sometimes edging slightly into Cockney territory. It doesn't help she tends to mutter and meander thanks to being very, very... ineloquent.
Still, something only slightly off-centre from "home" might have been what drew her to actually engage with someone rather than keeping to herself out of sheer paranoia—but even Sasha knows she can't just talk to nobody forever. (This isn't her thing, she's not a talker, this is supposed to be where Hamid steps in, but. He won't. So.)
Her hand darts out to her tipping beer and collides right with Tom's, but the sudden zap of something distinctly foreign and more than her usual, simple distaste for physical contact hits her and she instantly jerks her hand away, halfway to reach into her jacket for a weapon she won't find. Paranoia, hyper-vigilance, and general frustration have her getting her hackles up very suddenly, where she might've been more guarded, yeah, but fairly measured before.]
explore the changes (lmk if this is ok!)
Still, something only slightly off-centre from "home" might have been what drew her to actually engage with someone rather than keeping to herself out of sheer paranoia—but even Sasha knows she can't just talk to nobody forever. (This isn't her thing, she's not a talker, this is supposed to be where Hamid steps in, but. He won't. So.)
Her hand darts out to her tipping beer and collides right with Tom's, but the sudden zap of something distinctly foreign and more than her usual, simple distaste for physical contact hits her and she instantly jerks her hand away, halfway to reach into her jacket for a weapon she won't find. Paranoia, hyper-vigilance, and general frustration have her getting her hackles up very suddenly, where she might've been more guarded, yeah, but fairly measured before.]
—What was that? You did something. Just now.