SETTING: A STREET?

[arealboar]

( kagura is hurrying along, trying to hurry along, going as fast as one can go while trying to put papers and a notebook in a bag while navigating down a busy street and trying to not run into anyone and wearing wedges on top of all that, when something slips and —

yes, there it all goes, a sheaf of lined paper, several handouts, pens, and a thin textbook labelled EARLY CHILDCARE & DEVELOPMENT, scattering in the middle of the sidewalk. ) Ooh — crap! ( she falls to her knees, mindful of her short dress, and begins trying to gather it all before it scatters or is stepped on. )

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[unclebob]

[The T-800 blinks as the girl falls to the ground. Well, that was inevitable, given the amount she was carrying and the speed at which she was walking. He could just let her pick herself back up again and continue on her way. It's really none of his concern.

So why does he find himself kneeling down and picking up her textbook and paper? It's just another of the many puzzling impulses he finds himself doing more and more these days.]

[arealboar]

Oh, thank you! ( kagura chirps, when all of a sudden a big… huge, kind of scarily huge, actually, compared to her own small frame, man kneels down and begins to help gather her things. she's all smiles and sweetness as she takes the book from him, but internally she's on her guard. she's not worried for her health or safety — but this is public, and this is a man. internally, she's also still much more concerned about her train… but a quick glance at her watch lets her know how futile that is. )

I'm okay now, ( she says reassuringly, even cutely; even as her movements lose all their urgency. it'll be almost an hour before the next train. ) Thanks!

[unclebob]

No problemo. [The heavily-accented voice says, his face frozen in that same intense expression with which he initially approached her. Internally, his computer reads elevated levels of perspiration and a higher-pitched tone of voice. She seems nervous for a reason he cannot place. Intimidation comes second nature to a Terminator, even when he's not even trying.]

You should not carry so much or try to walk slower. Otherwise, you will trip again.

[arealboar]

( ooh, a foreigner. she gathers up the last of her things and puts them in her bag carefully, still half thinking about the train, and how angry her mother is going to be. it's not like kagura can't handle the city on her own, jeez, but she's so overprotective. )

I was trying to catch my train, ( she says, self depreciating, her voice still a little high and cute. 'aww, isn't that sad that i missed it?' )

[unclebob]

By now, you will have missed it.

[Thank you, Captain Obvious. But in the Terminator's defense, it's not as if he's used to making small talk. Ask him about a shotgun or what makes up a computer's internal hardware and he can go on for quite some time. Anything else and he's a little lost.]

Do you have another way to get to your destination?