[He says, in a way that sounds politely dubious while yes, noting that she still needs glasses despite her book lamps. But he won't bring it up.
Eventually, he's got the coffee gurgling and brewing in the maker. The scent fills the cafeteria, and there's nothing to do now other than... wait. So he does, turning to face her, and clasping his hands behind his back; he's not the sort to lean on the counter.]
I am. [He very much has an American accent, after all, but he supposes that means little when multiple worlds are at play in this hotel.] I'm from Indiana.
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[He says, in a way that sounds politely dubious while yes, noting that she still needs glasses despite her book lamps. But he won't bring it up.
Eventually, he's got the coffee gurgling and brewing in the maker. The scent fills the cafeteria, and there's nothing to do now other than... wait. So he does, turning to face her, and clasping his hands behind his back; he's not the sort to lean on the counter.]
I am. [He very much has an American accent, after all, but he supposes that means little when multiple worlds are at play in this hotel.] I'm from Indiana.
[Kind......of.]
So you're from the US, too?