Off limits. Her eyes shifted furiously as she tried to read Mr. Zale's face again, then drew a breath that represented her swell of renewed hope. And also provided air. Her moon. He said it again and she was reminded to double down on her conviction. "Mi luna," she began, having decided it was a much more warm and personal title than the English, "will be at its peak in..." she glanced at the watch her father had made her, "20 minutes. At 9:02pm, or 21:02 hours." Zap's fingers were tingly, so she rested her arms at her sides and gave them a few waggles to exorcise her nervous energy. Where had it even come from?
"Oh, there's also 99.7 percent visibility of the moon tonight. This moon's, mi luna's, constellation is Taurus and the astrological sign during this lunar phase is Scorpio. Which is a fun coincidence," do not snort, "because I'm a Taurus and you're a Scorpio, according to your... file. On the computer." Swallow. "Happy almost-birthday." Eva smiled, and her feet fought doing a 'which way dance', ready to lead or follow whenever the time was right. "For astrological opposites, I think we get along pretty well. Do you put any stock in astrology? I wouldn't be surprised if you did - Scorpios tend to be drawn to the mystic arts, the unknown and the macabre." Zap removed her hoodie, suddenly, and let her fingers do a bit of static expulsion. After tying the jacket around her waist, she stared at the ground between their feet while she tried to track down the source of energy that was causing her well-earned electric depletion to begin refilling prematurely.
Static leapt off her nose and jumped to Mr. Zale's nearest metal object. "I'm sorry, sorry. It might be harder than I thought to separate it all... into neat boxes." Her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her top lip with self-doubt, then considered she might look like an orc in front of ...him... and chose to relax her features. "18.5 minutes."