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isadora simply eyed eli's features cautiously as they continued with the introductions, a small smile playing on the brunette's lips to show affability. a journalist, she contemplated—a nice career choice. "oh..." it was only when a question was asked, that it dawned on her she hadn't been participating in the conversation. " could i have seen something of yours out there? i was a social media manager. i actually got this promotion not long before i... you know." it felt too strange to mention death when it already happened to her. "so, you wouldn't consider yourself a hero, right? what would you consider yourself, then?" she asked, making it clear that she was listening to the entire conversation in case her previous quiet state had left any doubts.

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"if there were espressos around here, i'd know that i do not belong in this place..." she shook her head, sipping her own coffee. it seemed fine to her, isadora never enjoyed much the taste of coffees anyway. for her, the one in her hand was just like the ones she used to drink in boston on a monday at seven am, when she was just a little too hangover to think properly, but still had to work. "is it bad if i say that i think they all taste the same? but i guess you can always call janet, she'd give you something else, right? it's weird that they don't have more options already here though."

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isadora watched the man as if he was the most interesting being in that entire place. she thought he was different, in a good way, from the people she met there before. although if she were in his shoes, she'd die of embarrassment with such behavior. but watching others do it? fun! "oh, no!" panic took over her features as she shook her head impossibly faster. "i'm just enjoying watching you with this thing."

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no, she never thought of it that way. isadora was actually enjoying asking janet for things, that part did feel like the good place for her. she would never have to worry about anything, janet could simply help her with whatever she wanted. so of course she wouldn't imagine any problematic regarding it at first. why ruin something good with logic and humans rights... well, she isn't a human anyway. "what? janet's not really a woman, she just looks like one. " she mentally repeated his words. who would think that a robot type of thing, giving people what they ask for, could be reductive to the feminist movement? a man, of course. "if you feel too uncomfortable, you could always go after what you want yourself..."

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"masterpiece, hm?" a slight raise of brows and restrained smile took over her features. isadora tried to let out only subtle physical expressions, she couldn't feel quite comfortable around those people to let her guard down yet. "it's a nice space you have here! did you used to do this back home?" she couldn't help but cringe at his last words, why everyone at that place seemed so altruistic? there must be something wrong with isadora because she'd never do such thing for the neighborhood, for people she doesn't even know... she wouldn't do it even for herself. "it sure is... i would offer help but you seem so happy taking care of this." she forced a smile.

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she offered a smile, one of those that reach the eyes and light up her own face. a gesture she started to get awfully used to after her, so far, short period in that place. "hm... i like the yellow ones... and i think they'd look nice with those red here." she pointed briefly. isadora never had much knowledge about flower, not even the most common ones, she thought they all looked nice and smelled good. "i don't think i'm really helpful though... what do you want to do with them?"