[She lowers her hands when he doesn't seem about to push the issue, though a hint of her wariness returns when he pulls out his phone. She'd quickly gotten used to using her own, despite never having had one before; the texting function is very useful, especially if she needs to get a hold of Heine or Badou in a hurry.
But when he types something and hands it off to her, curiosity overwhelms her caution. It takes her a few moments to read what he's typed; she'd only been able to learn to read on the Bibles and hymnals in the church, and the text in those wasn't exactly in any modern vernacular.
Once she parses it out, her expression evens out into something neutral, perfect and practiced. It doesn't occur to her that she can tell him to just go away, even though he's put it right there in front of her. All things about her life considered, that doesn't feel like a good choice to make. But he isn't bothering her, not really, and he hasn't done anything to put her on edge. So she keeps her response short and to the point, and then carefully hands the phone back to him.]
no subject
But when he types something and hands it off to her, curiosity overwhelms her caution. It takes her a few moments to read what he's typed; she'd only been able to learn to read on the Bibles and hymnals in the church, and the text in those wasn't exactly in any modern vernacular.
Once she parses it out, her expression evens out into something neutral, perfect and practiced. It doesn't occur to her that she can tell him to just go away, even though he's put it right there in front of her. All things about her life considered, that doesn't feel like a good choice to make. But he isn't bothering her, not really, and he hasn't done anything to put her on edge. So she keeps her response short and to the point, and then carefully hands the phone back to him.]
I like watching the lights.
[A very diplomatic answer for a teenage girl.]