[[your fancy degrees do not translate into kitchen competency]]
"Hah, I appreciate that," Berezi snorted when he offered to not give up smoking for her sake. She didnāt care all that much if he made it up or not, and she understood that not everyone was as devote as she. And even she was not all that devote, only going to church during holidays and when sheād felt sheād done something incredibly horrible.
"I was not, unfortunately," more like becoming un Hermana, āAnd you do not need to make eet up eef eet does not make you feel very guilty. Ees that not what they do eef you mess up?ā
Berezi looked up at the sky for a long moment, listening to him speak. When he moved closer, she blinked, looking back at the Engineer. It was strangelyā¦. for lack of a better word, intimate, directly sharing smoke like this. Her cheeks flushed, but she hoped the man wouldnāt notice.
"I suppose that does make senseā¦. English really ees something.ā Where he came to learn more and actually work at something, sheād come to hide and utilize the skills she already had. She couldnāt do much outside the Industries, it seemed, though he certainly could. She wouldnāt voice that, however.
He clucked slightly at Marko's counter, shrugging a little as he brought the cigarette back to his mouth. "I do feel guilty- something about how much of God my family celebrates, it would feel wrong not to do the hard parts too. It brings appreciation for what we have." It set in his mind to choose something and make up the time for it- especially after he had filled most of their time in the kitchen talking of indulgent foods he wanted to try get his hands on for things like Christmas. Careful to keep the cigarette away from his face, the Engineer rubbed his beard as he thought on it, glancing back towards his smaller companion with a slight grin as the Spy seemed to think on his observation. Unfortunately, there was just enough lighting to light the tinge in Marko's skin and catch the shied glance in his eyes.
ThereĀ was an impression he was starting to form about the other man- subtleties pointing him towards something Miguel didn't quite have his finger on yet. He put his back against the wall and breathed out the smoke between them again, line of sight shifted above Marko's head as to not outright sure as he thought. The Engineer was certain it had been Marko who ambushed him in the kitchen... "Oh yeah- did it help any to disable BLU sentries this week? After I showed you how they were put together?" He perked up and turned the conversation instead. This early on, some lines of questioning were better unconsidered in the first place.
