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Rebecca isn't sure when she sleeps anymore, but it's definitely not now. Her usual habit of nighttime wandering has lead her to the library, which is relatively quiet for once! Presumably, most people are asleep, training, or at the gym...or breaking into places. But that was fine with her as long as it wasn't this place.
Currently curled up in an oversized chair, she has a copy of the Bhagavad Gita in her lap. She's read it before, but it's one of the books she could read several times over and not get tired of. Not like Romeo and Juliette or whatever.
Shelob's chilling on her shoulder. It's too cold to take the spider outside at night.
"Congratulations. That's the first assumption you've had wrong about me." Irritation flickers across her face, but Rebecca is determined not to lose her spot.
It was just as well, as Rebecca realized she would have admitted to being Hindu, when she hadn't meant it that way.
"Mhmm." She shifts a little, finger going to mark her place in the book as Silas gets closer. She eyes him warily, like he might bite, but he seems okay with the spider, which was a better response than Eric's.
She's got a curly hair tarantula on her shoulder! It's about five inches in size, pretty docile and a good species for beginners. It doesn't even raise on its back legs when Silas gets close!
"No, I believe it's the other way around." She looks up at him, but hasn't otherwise moved from her spot. She seems rather content to stay there unless he provokes her to do otherwise.
"Maybe." For once, it's not a veiled yes. She tilts her head slightly, away from the spider. "That depends on what you want." Because he wouldn't approach her for nothing any more than Freya would. Or the Pope.
"Well, you've met her." She shifts, getting more comfortable in the chair while simultaneously getting further away from Silas in the limited space she has.
"Not really budding, I just have other interests."
"She was a surprise. I wanted a tarantula because they're easy to take care of, she's a docile one, and I don't have to worry about accidentally harming it as much as something that may jump in my face when I'm not looking." She pauses for a moment, one finger tapping lightly against her knee.
That was disappointing. He looked cute when he smiled.
"I see." She looks away, but it's not enough to hide the blush spreading across her face at his next question. It seems the easy questions were done for the night.
"Which part?" she asks as she looks back to him. "Level of snark, or percentage of what was true?"
She rolls her lips inward with a deep breath. "About forty percent of what I said had truth to them." She wasn't saying which parts had been true, but it's not hard to guess. She looks away, down towards the bookshelves on the other side. Her face is beet red as she clears her throat.
"How is the progress on your knockout gas?" Time for a safe topic, and quickly.