This was … better. Fenris didn’t visibly relax, not fully, but he felt the knot in his stomach begin to loosen a little bit. It was intriguing to watch Rosalind light up while she spoke about her projects, though it also meant he didn’t have to work in order to keep the conversation going. He could listen to her and process what she was saying without the added pressure of verbally contributing to the discussion, something that tripped him up fairly often. Being introverted was difficult enough, but adding severe anxiety issues on top of it tended to make basic human interaction a living hell.
Not to mention he was pleased that his question had inspired such a response, though it was only obvious in his body language. Fenris leaned forward almost imperceptibly, quiet and focused. This was personal for her. Not wholly surprising. Did her family have a military background? Was someone important to her connected to that life? It was also possible Rosalind had actually seen what she spoke of, but so few reporters in his experience gave enough of a shit to put their lives on the line for a cause like that.
Fenris snorted when she addressed him, but it wasn’t unkind. "I think you’re idealistic." He shifted away from her (and when had he leaned forward?), gaze flitting to the window with the view of the coast. "You would have to be, to pursue stories like that. But you’re not jaded yet." Resisting the urge to glance at her again, Fenris gestured a bit with his hands. "That’s ... something."