[ In the flurry of activity and distress, it was easy for Little to lose focus on certain details — the origin of the accent that the other man has, clearly Russian. But here and now, with things settling down and the anxious thrum of his own heart slowed to a more steady pulse (and, of course, proper introductions being exchanged), he's able to concentrate on such things, pay attention to them.
Yes indeed, he's found himself in the care of a Russian man, and it would be a lie to say there was not some discomfort of his own at the thought. When he's from and what he's lived through has seen a complicated relationship with Russia — and a recent surge of some unrest.
But he knows that this place has brought in others from different times, eras, and it would do no good to allow any assumptions to affect his mannerism; certainly, he has little thought for that. He smiles faintly, but with a true warmth to his eyes, tipping his head again. True, he doesn't know anything of this Chicago, but there's a relief in such a formal introduction in return. The man already seems easier to talk to someone, closer to someone of his own time, at least in comparison to many others in this place....... (and especially to the Modern Americans he's met here, who tend to be very.... loud and very forthright in their emotions.) ]
A pleasure, Mr. Ardankin. [ He glances down his leg at mention of it, and takes a moment to gently, experimentally move his foot just a little, then its toes. They all seem to be in working order... ]
Yes, they seem fine. I suppose it really isn't as bad as it seemed....
[ There's a flicker of shame at his reaction before. ]
Have you dealt with many wounds such as this? Animal attacks?
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Yes indeed, he's found himself in the care of a Russian man, and it would be a lie to say there was not some discomfort of his own at the thought. When he's from and what he's lived through has seen a complicated relationship with Russia — and a recent surge of some unrest.
But he knows that this place has brought in others from different times, eras, and it would do no good to allow any assumptions to affect his mannerism; certainly, he has little thought for that. He smiles faintly, but with a true warmth to his eyes, tipping his head again. True, he doesn't know anything of this Chicago, but there's a relief in such a formal introduction in return. The man already seems easier to talk to someone, closer to someone of his own time, at least in comparison to many others in this place....... (and especially to the Modern Americans he's met here, who tend to be very.... loud and very forthright in their emotions.) ]
A pleasure, Mr. Ardankin. [ He glances down his leg at mention of it, and takes a moment to gently, experimentally move his foot just a little, then its toes. They all seem to be in working order... ]
Yes, they seem fine. I suppose it really isn't as bad as it seemed....
[ There's a flicker of shame at his reaction before. ]
Have you dealt with many wounds such as this? Animal attacks?