UGH SORRY FOR THE DELAY. thanksgiving :<
"Apologies, I keep forgetting-- Nadia, my name is Nadia. You live at the hospital? I visit there, every so often, but I'm from the library." Nadia's head craned over the edge of the sketchbook, taking in the girl's drawings. They were good, from what little she could tell of the style. A little jagged from doodling on the road, perhaps, but still very good despite that.
When James asked about the comics, Nadia was forced to pause, hesitate. "I'm not actually sure, I was never able to read one of them." She wasn't exactly eager to explain the unusual circumstances behind her familial situation, so she skipped right past that part—which worked for both of them. "They were about his experience as an immigrant from Brazil, though, so you would likely remember if you had read that in particular. What have you read in the wasteland, that you liked? Me, I like Harlequins." A wry smile accompanied that last tidbit.