[Ginia always runs with first names. She's only ever had one, no family or identity to speak of. The seventh chosen for an elite team, named and forged. Angela Roberts she picked for herself, a simple name with no real ties to anything, a reference to the nickname everyone's given her. Works well here. A front, an effortless lie, something she can inhabit so people don't look too close at her.
But people have and maybe people have seen too much. It's always the risk of connecting with people.
Her calm front shifts to something a little more polite. She smiles lightly and inclines her head, accepting his apology. It's not one he had to give, but it speaks volumes he gave it anyway.
Ginia gestures at the large pile of blankets and clothes she was hauling.]
If you have a moment, how about you help me carry these to the supply closet?
[Her signs are a little lighter this time, a bit more friendly in the gestures.]
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But people have and maybe people have seen too much. It's always the risk of connecting with people.
Her calm front shifts to something a little more polite. She smiles lightly and inclines her head, accepting his apology. It's not one he had to give, but it speaks volumes he gave it anyway.
Ginia gestures at the large pile of blankets and clothes she was hauling.]
If you have a moment, how about you help me carry these to the supply closet?
[Her signs are a little lighter this time, a bit more friendly in the gestures.]