Re: log: hannah and ren
Hannah didn't see Ren until Ren was at her side, which meant there were a lot of people there and she was looking and looking, one to the other and back again, searching for tall and male and friend. At the beginning, when she'd first gone to Florida, she'd been able to do things a lot better. Scan things, read things, learn things, and they'd always said that would slow down once she was in a human environment; they'd been right. The original goal was for her to become more and more human as time went on, because that was what she was emulating: humanity. When they loaned her to the military facility, everything changed again. Now, she didn't even think to use any kind of quick scan, even though the skills were supposedly there again. Even her new programming abilities were really, really hard won. But, anyway, it meant she didn't see Ren until he was right there, and then her face lit up. "Hi. No. I haven't been waiting long at all."
As was her way, too much familiarity and not enough no, not that, personal space, she took both of his hands and squeezed them lightly as she stepped back to look at him. It was a good look on him, dark and darker and dangerous with his pale skin and inky hair. "You look good. You look handsome. Dark rogue suits you," she told him, and he did. It was a good look for this place and the things that happened here, and she let go of his hands and looked toward the door. "I have tickets," she told him, and then she looped her arm through his and pressed close to his side, the door there and a line of people waiting. Slow, slowly that line moved. "I want to ask about your date, but I'll wait until after," she said, and the tone was apology bedecked in a sheepish little smile. "I'm kind of nervous to see if this is as bad as the internet says. Should I tell you about it before we go inside?"