"Alayne Stone," Gaius repeats, savoring the taste of it. "It's quite a pretty name." It's a half-truth; stone makes him think of the hard outdoors which he doesn't much care for, but Alayne is fairly nice, as far as girl's names go.
He lets his eyes wander over her for a second. "Unique," he adds. Apparently, neither of her names are commonplace in wherever it is he comes from.
Of course, even if Gaius disliked her name, he wouldn't tell her that. In fact, he'd probably pass on the same compliment. That was simply how these things worked.
He can't help but feel a little charmed when she curtsies at him; he lets his arm fall back down to his side. He wonders where exactly this girl came from. Was she from some fantasy world? He'd never been particularly interested in reading fantasy, though some of his classmates in school had been.
"Blood, actually," he says, wondering if any of this was really of any interest to her. Regardless, he continues to explain himself; if she looks disinterested, he'll simply segue the conversation elsewhere. She did ask, after all. "We're looking for anything unusual present in the samples we've collected. So far, we've found a number of anomalies present that are constant across all samples. Anomalies that couldn't possibly be present by coincidence, given our very different backgrounds and realities."
Gaius offers her another charming smile. "Might I ask what sort of reality you came from?" Women generally very much enjoyed talking about themselves -- something Gaius had picked up at an early age. He learned to tune whatever they said out soon afterwards.
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He lets his eyes wander over her for a second. "Unique," he adds. Apparently, neither of her names are commonplace in wherever it is he comes from.
Of course, even if Gaius disliked her name, he wouldn't tell her that. In fact, he'd probably pass on the same compliment. That was simply how these things worked.
He can't help but feel a little charmed when she curtsies at him; he lets his arm fall back down to his side. He wonders where exactly this girl came from. Was she from some fantasy world? He'd never been particularly interested in reading fantasy, though some of his classmates in school had been.
"Blood, actually," he says, wondering if any of this was really of any interest to her. Regardless, he continues to explain himself; if she looks disinterested, he'll simply segue the conversation elsewhere. She did ask, after all. "We're looking for anything unusual present in the samples we've collected. So far, we've found a number of anomalies present that are constant across all samples. Anomalies that couldn't possibly be present by coincidence, given our very different backgrounds and realities."
Gaius offers her another charming smile. "Might I ask what sort of reality you came from?" Women generally very much enjoyed talking about themselves -- something Gaius had picked up at an early age. He learned to tune whatever they said out soon afterwards.