Ruby pries her attention from the recipe. Her question was supposed to be throw away, just to start a little conversation.
She looked over at him as he dutifully scrubbed away, back turned to her. He's much taller than she is, with such a serious disposition. If she were to pick a word to fit him, Sentinel wouldn't be far off.
But she'd wondered what kind of a man agrees to enforce the law with violence. Does it take a hidden cruelty? Callousness? She'd never gotten that impression from him, he was so unlike the rest of the Arrows she knew.
The Sentinel does not love his duty... but he keeps doing it. Maybe out a sense of responsibility or a need to protect people. Maybe.
Ruby needs to stop trying to read into this and say something.
She wipes her hands in a dishcloth and pulls a few errand strands of hair off her face, grey eyes darting back to her cards.
"Oh, well at the Museum? Well, mostly I'm doin' a lot of catalogin'... taking apart bits and pieces from all that doomsday ugliness. They got to be warded away, and some time we've got to figure out how they work. We might figure how best to stop something similar if we happen on it down the road." She sighs. That's a good summary anyway.
It's best if she left out her numerous requests that the materials be censored and destroyed, for fear that future generations would consider using those awful machines as a weapon.
"I'm also writin' a paper, which I haven't done in awhile. Tryin' to cozy up a little to Tyria too, see if she might drop my name as a collaborator on her latest little academic whirlwind," a whiff of envy hangs in her voice, and lingers as she pauses. The cutting knife snips effortlessly through the air, slicing down through an onion once and again. Her nimble fingers guide it with a rapid tempo.
"Between that and our new members, who by the way I could swear are goin' out their way to drive us mad, I could near pull my hair out I'm workin' so hard." Ruby laughs a little, relieved to be able to vent with someone.
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