[ Due to her profession - her actual profession and not the one she claims and uses as a front -, Roxy's made a habit of noticing the finer details, had the practice drilled into her in the small amount of military training she went through, and then perfected it during her time in Kingsman. So the small quirk of Cassidy's lips doesn't necessarily go unnoticed, even with his drink positioned near-perfectly to hide it, but she doesn't bring attention to it either since she's not quite sure of the reason for it. But it's noted.
Her gaze drops to his fingers again as they drum lightly against the side of his glass, drawn by the movement and the dull glitter of his rings, though her distraction is very brief and she forces herself to look Cassidy in the eye when he speaks, giving him her attention. Her brows draw together slowly as more questions begin to form, but she sorts them quickly and prioritises.
Roughly six months is a fairly long time to live anywhere that's not home. To be away from people you care about, to be away from what you know. But it's not the longest she's heard of anyone being here - Eggsy's been here for a year, apparently. And though Eudio is similar to London in some ways and not similar at all in others, she's glad to have Eggsy here. One less thing to miss, one more thing to make it feel like home. Harry and Merlin help, too.
Roxy glances away briefly to collect her thoughts. ] Nearly half a year, and seven months in between then and now. And you remember all of it, while I have no recollection of anything at all of this place.
[ It's not accusatory, not (terribly) suspicious, she's just - talking out loud, voicing her intrigue and curiosity, trying to work out a reason why she can't remember anything while also trying to accept that she's never going to find a reason at all. For a girl who likes to be on top of and aware of most things, the thought is a little unsettling.
But at least she's decent at keeping most of that out of her expression.
Carefully, she reaches out, her fingers pressing lightly around his glass as she lifts it and shifts it over an inch or two onto one of the few paper coasters left scattered on the table, and says nothing of it as she draws her hand back and lets it settle at the base of her own glass. She tilts her head and presses her lips together, seeming to pause or hesitate for a moment before she asks: ]
Did you get what you wanted? When you left. Whatever it was that you asked for - did they give it to you?
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Her gaze drops to his fingers again as they drum lightly against the side of his glass, drawn by the movement and the dull glitter of his rings, though her distraction is very brief and she forces herself to look Cassidy in the eye when he speaks, giving him her attention. Her brows draw together slowly as more questions begin to form, but she sorts them quickly and prioritises.
Roughly six months is a fairly long time to live anywhere that's not home. To be away from people you care about, to be away from what you know. But it's not the longest she's heard of anyone being here - Eggsy's been here for a year, apparently. And though Eudio is similar to London in some ways and not similar at all in others, she's glad to have Eggsy here. One less thing to miss, one more thing to make it feel like home. Harry and Merlin help, too.
Roxy glances away briefly to collect her thoughts. ] Nearly half a year, and seven months in between then and now. And you remember all of it, while I have no recollection of anything at all of this place.
[ It's not accusatory, not (terribly) suspicious, she's just - talking out loud, voicing her intrigue and curiosity, trying to work out a reason why she can't remember anything while also trying to accept that she's never going to find a reason at all. For a girl who likes to be on top of and aware of most things, the thought is a little unsettling.
But at least she's decent at keeping most of that out of her expression.
Carefully, she reaches out, her fingers pressing lightly around his glass as she lifts it and shifts it over an inch or two onto one of the few paper coasters left scattered on the table, and says nothing of it as she draws her hand back and lets it settle at the base of her own glass. She tilts her head and presses her lips together, seeming to pause or hesitate for a moment before she asks: ]
Did you get what you wanted? When you left. Whatever it was that you asked for - did they give it to you?