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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She nodded. She wasn't about to admit she'd never used a telephone in her life, though she did at least know what one looked like. A girl had her pride, after all. "Got it," she said.

She listened with her head tilted, her eyes automatically flitting to his lips in order to process his words in both ways. "So keep myself on the subtle level, then," she said, lips quirking faintly up. That would be an interesting experiment. Maybe, she thought, Chris might be willing to help, though it would mean actually asking for help. He was a Muggleborn though, he'd know things, though Richard did too. But she wanted to impress Richard and prove that she could handle herself and deserved the opportunity he was giving her.

Her eyes brightened with keen interest when he told her about the workshop. "You did?" she said, surprised but incredibly pleased. She loved to tinker when she couldn't sleep; she'd spent more hours than she could count at the shop just to use the workshop. To actually have her own space meant more than he probably realized.

Dora switched the keys to her other hand and did as he asked, laying her broad and slightly calloused palm on the wall. She glanced back over at him, awaiting further instructions.