（ she gives her name in the style of surname first — for most everyone else she adapts to the western default.
she notes the clever hands, and the neat and careful work he's doing. her expression is soft in its observation, at the little children gathered around to watch. ）
That's lovely work you're doing. Your stitches are exquisite.
（ she speaks formally, her language just slightly antiquated, and perfectly polite. she drifts towards seat a short distance away from him, and sits on a little bench that seems to be carved for anyone to take their ease. so many things here are communally made and given, it honestly makes her a little rueful. ）
[He notes her way of speaking and her demeanor, remembering what Sabriel said about her being the only “properly dead” person on the crew. He wasn’t sure about that observation at the time, but it is interesting that she carries herself like someone from pre-Meiji Japan.]
Who knows. Maybe I’m just a perfectionist.
[His own language is thoroughly modern, and maybe not outright rude, but casual and a touch arrogant. Which may seem at odds with the apparent humility he was showing a moment ago with regards to his stitching.]
[He shrugs, nonchalant, and picks up another toy to mend.]
It’s not something I’m interested in doing. I was thinking about ignoring it, but that was before I knew we could get sabotage related goals. This way at least one person profits. Hypothetically.
[He huffs a deeply ironic chuckle at her describing literally anything about him as altruistic.]
You’re a practical woman. I suppose the argument that you’re helping me to avoid something I don’t want to do wouldn’t be especially convincing to you?
But I have no desire to pry, if it isn't something you wish to discuss. I will accept your offer with gratitude, and perhaps should such an occasion arise down the road I can assist you in turn.
[He's not sure of the ins and outs of her goal are. But he figures if she interrupts him speaking his goal once and he never plans to try again, then it should theoretically be good enough.]
Well, then. We should have some sort of signal, shouldn't we? Perhaps you can make a gesture with your hand when I'm meant to interrupt you. That way, you control how much of your goal is revealed, without permitting it to be said in its entirety.
（ they are vastly overengineering this, but she doesn't mind. it's fun! ）
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（ she gives her name in the style of surname first — for most everyone else she adapts to the western default.
she notes the clever hands, and the neat and careful work he's doing. her expression is soft in its observation, at the little children gathered around to watch. ）
That's lovely work you're doing. Your stitches are exquisite.
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She’s smart, he thinks. Perceptive. He can respect that but it also makes him wary.]
Chishiya Shuntaro.
[He hasn’t given out his full name before, but he figures he can return the favor. A sort of acknowledgment, if nothing else.
He finishes with the doll he’s working on and hands it to a little mushroom child waiting nearby.].
That’s too kind. It’s pretty basic work.
[He'd also say he’s out of practice, actually. He didn’t use this skill often in Borderland.]
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（ she speaks formally, her language just slightly antiquated, and perfectly polite. she drifts towards seat a short distance away from him, and sits on a little bench that seems to be carved for anyone to take their ease. so many things here are communally made and given, it honestly makes her a little rueful. ）
Does it being basic preclude it from being so?
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Who knows. Maybe I’m just a perfectionist.
[His own language is thoroughly modern, and maybe not outright rude, but casual and a touch arrogant. Which may seem at odds with the apparent humility he was showing a moment ago with regards to his stitching.]
But that’s not what you’re here for, is it?
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（ she gives the boy an acknowledging nod. if he wishes to speak of their business, she won't tarry otherwise. ）
I admit, I'm curious why one might wish to have their goal sabotaged, though I would of course be grateful for the opportunity to complete my own.
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It’s not something I’m interested in doing. I was thinking about ignoring it, but that was before I knew we could get sabotage related goals. This way at least one person profits. Hypothetically.
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（ not a no. not a yes, either.
nothing is free, after all. ）
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You’re a practical woman. I suppose the argument that you’re helping me to avoid something I don’t want to do wouldn’t be especially convincing to you?
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（ her hands rest in her lap, quite still. ）
But I have no desire to pry, if it isn't something you wish to discuss. I will accept your offer with gratitude, and perhaps should such an occasion arise down the road I can assist you in turn.
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[Technically he’d need assistance with this one if he were interested in completing it.
He sighs and continues.]
That is, assuming we can think of a way to let you take credit for my avoidance.
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（ like. bruh. is she gonna have to kill you and bring you back?
like, she can do that. but still. ）
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Spoken.
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（ at least that's how her understanding of the goals sits at present. ）
I'm not certain how much intent plays a factor, but I'm sure it's not negligible.
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[He's not sure of the ins and outs of her goal are. But he figures if she interrupts him speaking his goal once and he never plans to try again, then it should theoretically be good enough.]
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（ they are vastly overengineering this, but she doesn't mind. it's fun! ）