[There’s a flicker of recognition in the Big Sister’s eyes as the woman continues to speak, that accent tickling some distant memory from years before. She brushes it off though – if this woman were from Rapture, the Big Sister is sure she’d know. Anyway, her words are more important. So the others had told this woman about her? She’s surprised they care so much about she can or cannot tell them. Certainly the doctors in Rapture hadn’t given a second thought to what she might have to say. In fact, they had done everything in their power to make sure she couldn’t say them.
Still, she can’t say she's displeased with the solution. For a moment, she even wonders if this woman had seen the broadcast she had made with her TAB a few weeks earlier. She had depended on drawing then too – though remembering the response to that message is enough to make the Big Sister bristle even now.
But this isn't the same – for one, there’s something very immediate to gain being held right in front of her. She remains wary as she inches closer and grabs a few pencils, not even glancing down to see what colors she’s taking. Whatever she gets, it's more than she had before. Prize in hand, she backs away again, not even letting her guard down as the woman turns away and begins to draw on one stack of paper. The Big Sister only looks away once, towards the door. She could leave now. The woman’s attention is divided and the door isn’t locked. She’s honestly considering it – until she notices the woman glance at her.
It isn’t that she’s afraid of being caught. The woman doesn’t seem to be watching for any attempts at escape, and even if she were, the Big Sister is quite sure she could handle one woman who doesn’t even smell of ADAM. Instead, it’s the fact that the woman seems to be looking at her for reference that really gets the Big Sister’s attention. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that the woman was drawing–
Her. Standing at full height, she can easily see the drawing over the woman’s arm and make out an image of a tall girl with black hair and a pink, lumpish heart. She doesn’t move closer, colored pencils still clutched in her own hand as she watches the drawing take shape – but she’s no longer moving towards the door either.]
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Still, she can’t say she's displeased with the solution. For a moment, she even wonders if this woman had seen the broadcast she had made with her TAB a few weeks earlier. She had depended on drawing then too – though remembering the response to that message is enough to make the Big Sister bristle even now.
But this isn't the same – for one, there’s something very immediate to gain being held right in front of her. She remains wary as she inches closer and grabs a few pencils, not even glancing down to see what colors she’s taking. Whatever she gets, it's more than she had before. Prize in hand, she backs away again, not even letting her guard down as the woman turns away and begins to draw on one stack of paper. The Big Sister only looks away once, towards the door. She could leave now. The woman’s attention is divided and the door isn’t locked. She’s honestly considering it – until she notices the woman glance at her.
It isn’t that she’s afraid of being caught. The woman doesn’t seem to be watching for any attempts at escape, and even if she were, the Big Sister is quite sure she could handle one woman who doesn’t even smell of ADAM. Instead, it’s the fact that the woman seems to be looking at her for reference that really gets the Big Sister’s attention. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that the woman was drawing–
Her. Standing at full height, she can easily see the drawing over the woman’s arm and make out an image of a tall girl with black hair and a pink, lumpish heart. She doesn’t move closer, colored pencils still clutched in her own hand as she watches the drawing take shape – but she’s no longer moving towards the door either.]