[She covers well, composure rebuilt within an instant, but he saw that look. Undoubtedly a look of surprise, but also of recognition.
It is such an odd feeling--knowing that someone recognizes you when you do not recognize them. It is an anxious and disconcerting feeling which Vision puts away in the catalog of strange emotions he's felt since his birth, and which humans seem to deal with so gracefully on a daily basis. He strives, as always, to recreate that grace.]
Um. My apologies, have we met? [Missed the mark on that one, probably.] My name is Vision.
[He walks forward a few paces and holds out his hand. It seems appropriate.]
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It is such an odd feeling--knowing that someone recognizes you when you do not recognize them. It is an anxious and disconcerting feeling which Vision puts away in the catalog of strange emotions he's felt since his birth, and which humans seem to deal with so gracefully on a daily basis. He strives, as always, to recreate that grace.]
Um. My apologies, have we met? [Missed the mark on that one, probably.] My name is Vision.
[He walks forward a few paces and holds out his hand. It seems appropriate.]