Sam Sam set the brick down with the note and glanced down at her hand on his bicep before taking a good, long look at her. His mouth formed a small frown and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, be careful, there is broken glass everywhere. Don't want you to get cut," he set about sweeping, gently pulling his arm away from her grasp so he could do it.
"People just actin' dumb. Real stupid because I don't support this whole.. metahuman registration bull shit. No offense if you do. I just don't see the point in it, treatin' people like they ain't human... like people haven't got the right to be themselves. You can make someone register to drive a car but to be yourself?"
Stormy Looking up she met his gaze, he looked at her something fierce and she felt a rosy color heat her cheeks and ears. But she didn’t look away, he was searching for something in her pale green eyes. Stormy didn’t know what he was looking for but she’d let him find it. As he frowned her brows knit together, but she didn’t move. At his warning she nodded, he pulled away and she wrapped her arms about herself once more. Another shiver trailed along her spine and she shivered, stepping away she grabbed the coffee much from the counter and wrapped her hands around the warm mug.
She listened carefully to his tirade and felt the passion behind them. Chewing at her lower lip she took a sip from the mug. Carefully getting back up on the stool, she crossed her legs, pulling the sundress down over her knees she watched him clean the glass. As he fell silent she smiled, her pale eyes sparkling. “My Ma can make things grow just by smiling sweetly at them. Long time we thought she just had one heck of a green thumb. But somebody came round a few years ago and figured she had part of this meta-power.”
Falling silent she looked at her coffee. “You sound just like Ma, saying the same things.” Looking back up to him she smiled, “I feel the same, don’t see any need to have anybody registered like they’re less then. They’re people and have families and love ones and jobs. I think people are just scared of what they don’t know, but it doesn’t give anybody any rights to treat others like subservient second class citizens.”
Sam Sam wasn't real sure what to say to all that, though he appreciated hearing it. To know she was against something he was very much against himself was nice, of course, but he was worried. Ida was always telling him to knock it off with the worrying but he couldn't help it. He was a protector, that was his role. It meant sometimes he decided certain people, like Ida, didn't need to get involved in this mess. But the more he associated with certain people and groups the harder it was to keep Ida and anyone else safe.
He sighed, finished sweeping up the glass into a neat pile and then he went to find a dustpan behind the counter. When he returned he stooped low to sweep the pieces into the dustpan, pausing briefly to glance up at her.
"I'm glad you agree... honestly it's getting hard to wear my loyalty on my sleeve around here. It's makin' me consider movin' shop even."
Stormy Stormy and her family weren’t ‘in the movement’ so to speak, but they were supporters of it. With their mother having the meta-gene it was just natural that they felt she did not need to be classified as a thing rather then a person. But they also didn’t see any need to protest or join any of the folks who made noise in support of the cause. With that said, she felt a bit of a thrill listening to him speak with such passion about something she felt very strongly about.
Dropping her gaze she finished her mug of coffee she heard him behind the counter and then sweeping the glass into a dustpan. As he spoke she kept her eyes on the coffee, he seemed... well he seemed distant now. Perhaps she’d said something to offend him? Or maybe she’d made him nervous with the brick incident?
Risking a glance up to him she canted her head to the side, “Where would you move to?” Pale green eyes drifting away again, the mug was empty but it was something to look at. For whatever reason she felt nervous now. Serene, her little sister, was always telling her to stop over analyzing things but that easier said then done.
Sam Sam stood once more with a dustpan full of glass and that was when he noticed her empty mug. He disappeared into the back to throw away the glass and when he came back he headed for the coffee machine at once. Sam picked up the coffee kettle and neared her to fill up the mug wordlessly.
"Don't rightly know. Just a thought, not sure if it'd ever happen. Listen, I need to make some phone calls.. feel free to get you some more coffee when you're out, aight? Be just a few minutes. We got today's paper just over there on the counter..."