[So he had heard right, and Tim quickly puts up a hand to signal a Halt.
If there's one thing Russians demand it's politeness, and Tim already knows he's lost brownie points. To remedy, he croaks out, in a Moscow-sort of lilt because that's what's recent in his brain, what with Mikalek and everything:] Thank you. Yes I'm fine. I appreciate the concern. [...or something similar. Tim's English is an atrocity on most days and Batman had expected he learn and retain other languages? Preposterous.
But it's funny-- French, Spanish, now Russian... the Aurora really put in the effort to ensure the Interlopers could all be understood. Is there a catch, or is this just a selfless gift to them all? (Spoilers: there's always a catch.)
Tim downs the rest of the tea and it helps soothe his throat, and also gives him a moment to acknowledge the fucking disaster that is the... popcorn machine. His brows furrow a little; his lips move to a slow sort of smirk, the kind that comes when great idea just pops into someone's head.] It's behind some junk. I just know it's there because I stumbled on it during the big blizzard when everyone was stir-crazy. Honestly?
[Yes it works, yes he always kept it stocked with good popcorn. Real gourmet stuff.] --I doubt anybody's ever plugged it in.
[Like a cat (a very stupid cat about to launch itself out of a tenth-story window for a bird), Tim stretches his arms above his head and moves around the table. Nearer to this Big Dude. He nods, envisioning the route. It's easy.
It's also way too early for this crap. My god.] Cool. We do a few laps and if I can still move my legs afterwards, I'll show you where the good and buttery things are stashed. My name's Tim.
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If there's one thing Russians demand it's politeness, and Tim already knows he's lost brownie points. To remedy, he croaks out, in a Moscow-sort of lilt because that's what's recent in his brain, what with Mikalek and everything:] Thank you. Yes I'm fine. I appreciate the concern. [...or something similar. Tim's English is an atrocity on most days and Batman had expected he learn and retain other languages? Preposterous.
But it's funny-- French, Spanish, now Russian... the Aurora really put in the effort to ensure the Interlopers could all be understood. Is there a catch, or is this just a selfless gift to them all? (Spoilers: there's always a catch.)
Tim downs the rest of the tea and it helps soothe his throat, and also gives him a moment to acknowledge the fucking disaster that is the... popcorn machine. His brows furrow a little; his lips move to a slow sort of smirk, the kind that comes when great idea just pops into someone's head.] It's behind some junk. I just know it's there because I stumbled on it during the big blizzard when everyone was stir-crazy. Honestly?
[Yes it works, yes he always kept it stocked with good popcorn. Real gourmet stuff.] --I doubt anybody's ever plugged it in.
[Like a cat (a very stupid cat about to launch itself out of a tenth-story window for a bird), Tim stretches his arms above his head and moves around the table. Nearer to this Big Dude. He nods, envisioning the route. It's easy.
It's also way too early for this crap. My god.] Cool. We do a few laps and if I can still move my legs afterwards, I'll show you where the good and buttery things are stashed. My name's Tim.