[Elliot stops as soon as he notices her alarm, keeping a safe distance between the two. He doesn't understand why she's afraid, but...he doesn't have to. As she darkens he narrows his eyes, trying to discern any notable features now that he's closer.
But then she goes and asks about him-- he doesn't want to think about it, or give it more attention than he already is because how can he avoid it? His posture changes and becomes guarded and his answer is uncomfortably curt.]
I'm fine.
[He's anything but fine, and normally he's not one for dishonesty. But what difference does it make anymore?]
Are you-- Are you trapped here?
[Maybe he could help her. It would be the right thing to do.]
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But then she goes and asks about him-- he doesn't want to think about it, or give it more attention than he already is because how can he avoid it? His posture changes and becomes guarded and his answer is uncomfortably curt.]
I'm fine.
[He's anything but fine, and normally he's not one for dishonesty. But what difference does it make anymore?]
Are you-- Are you trapped here?
[Maybe he could help her. It would be the right thing to do.]