[Robert is... more confused than anything. Daisy seems lost, almost, to him. Like she isn't quite sure of anything right now. He can't read expressions well, but he's starting to get used to hers, and her eyes...
He feels overcome by the inane urge to protect her. Him. The pathetic barely-under-five-foot-five scrawny little scientist, protecting the sculpted death machine...
... Nevertheless, he goes to gently take her hand, if she'll allow it.
Either way, he'll fall into step with her, taking in the sights of a foreign ocean - a foreign ocean that, by all rights, should never fit in this building.]
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He feels overcome by the inane urge to protect her. Him. The pathetic barely-under-five-foot-five scrawny little scientist, protecting the sculpted death machine...
... Nevertheless, he goes to gently take her hand, if she'll allow it.
Either way, he'll fall into step with her, taking in the sights of a foreign ocean - a foreign ocean that, by all rights, should never fit in this building.]