He noticed her tense up as he stepped closer to her. Was she afraid of him, or did she have some preset boundaries and was afraid of him getting too close in proximity? She relaxed when he stopped though, so it seemed that L did not entirely enter those boundaries she had.
“How did that happen?” He asked, thinking back to the first conversation she had with Cuthbert and how she seemed to be distressed over the fact that he had mentioned being a gunslinger. And with her leg had been permanently damaged, she had developed a fear of guns and being shot again. It could mean she possibly had a case of posttraumatic stress disorder.
L reviewed the information he saw written on the sheet. The information she had taken down was very detailed, listing judgment of distance, length and degrees. He committed the information to memory and decided to examine the tree later just to see how accurate she was in her assessment. If this was something she was good at, he may need to enlist her help later... That is, if the dislike Asgard seemed to have for him did not spread on to newer teammates.
His stomach growled noisily, insisting to be attended to, “I am not entirely certain if this house has tea, but if there are the means to make it I am sure I will have enough for you as well.” He picked out some of the cobwebs that had gotten caught in a strand of his hair, “This of course will be after I shower.”