Silent Spirits Need a Voice

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All at once Phoebe felt incredibly foolish and she bit her bottom lip as she and the stranger gathered her items. Not everyone wants to hurt you, she reminded herself. It took a little courage for her to look up and make eye contact with the stranger and she smiled a bit before quickly looking down. Once her food was gathered up into the broken bag, she cradled it against her awkwardly like a lumpy, plastic infant. She realized how rude she must have appeared to the man and quickly murmured a "Thank you". She then felt compelled to explain her accident to him, "I thought you were a mugger, I guess, and the bag's pretty bad quality too. Sorry." She shifted her weight, realizing that probably wasn't the most polite thing to announce to someone and repeated, "Thank you."

Meeting Katherine-Kris

"Well, the woman I'm staying with doesn't exactly live in a...glamorous area," Phoebe began, the girl's questions were a bit overwhelming so she took her time to sort through them and provide thoughtful answers. "I've visited some museums, my favorite was the Museum of Modern art. And, I was going to go to the top of the Statue of Liberty but-" but the thought of being squished in the statue's crown with all those people terrified her. "-it was closed." She chewed the inside of her lip as she considered the question. There were so many places she had wanted to visit, it was difficult to just pick one. "I'd like to see Florence. I've read a lot about the architecture and the art, there. Birthplace of the Renaissance, right? And what about you?" She asked, wanting to direct the conversation away from her before she said anything foolish.

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Lia smiled at the enthusiasm in Phoebe’s voice- she loved to hear people talk about their passions. “I do know Mr Stark” Lia nodded “I’m his God-daughter and the person he avoids when he’s broken something- which is often” She giggled She surveyed the stranger, it couldn’t hurt to let her have a quick look at the lab. “If you want, I could show you the lab really quick, Tony’s not in at the moment though, if you were hoping to meet him”

Phoebe's mouth slackened into an expression of surprise, but she quickly regained control of herself. "G-God daughter! Wow." It was curious, she felt as though she were in the presence of a celebrity, which was silly. Lia seemed like a perfectly normal girl...who just so happened to be the God daughter of billionaire industry tycoon Tony Stark. "Could you really?" Phoebe asked, "That would be amazing! I don't want you to get into any trouble or anything. I won't break anything...or touch anything. I swear," Phoebe assured the girl, and it was true. At worst, she'd probably need to sit down to avoid fainting on the lab floor. She laughed a bit as she considered how nervous she'd be if she were to actually meet Mr. Stark. "I'd probably have a panic attack if I actually met Mr. Stark, actually. So, I think it might be a good thing he's not in."

Meeting Katherine-Kris

Phoebe fought to keep her expression neutral, but her interest shone through her eyes. "Yeah, I guess it would," she agreed and laughed a bit at the girl's sensibility. Phoebe herself was guilty of romanticizing the past. "I haven't, actually," she replied, turning her attention to the shelf clogged with books. "I haven't been anywhere. Besides New York. And my hometown, I guess, but that doesn't really count." A few moments of silence ensued and she quickly attempted to revive the conversation, "So, do you travel often?"

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“I like the name Phoebe” Lia put her arm round the woman, she felt as if she needed to protect her from the world although that idea was silly considering she’d obviously done fine so far. “The reception is this way” She said kindly, guiding her “What is it you would like to see? The building itself isn’t that special.” She stopped and snorted “Neither is Tony Stark unless he’s in his lab or a suit”

At first, Phoebe went stiff when she felt the girl's arm around her, but then she identified the gesture as one that could almost be mistaken for maternal. "Thanks," she replied genuinely. It wasn't a compliment she received very often. She laughed quietly at the girl's joke. "I dunno, I mean I've read about some of his inventions, like the machine he built to change people's clothes that can even suggest outfits based on the weather! And those running shoes with a probe that can determine how healthy you are!" Her eyes were alight, but she suddenly stopped gushing, afraid to put the girl off so early in their conversation. "Do you know, Mr. Stark?" she asked, suddenly registering the girl's implied casualness with the man and knowledge of the building and its operations.

Meeting Katherine-Kris

Katherine held a vintage Hollywood guidebook in her hands. She was always searching through them; they held plenty of great memories. They say you never forget your first. Katherine smiled to herself, heart jolting at a small show that she had went to. Reading through the over-glossed shine on black-and-white photographs gave her a nostalgic longing; and the desire to be able to travel again. Katherine didn’t even register another voice for a few seconds, and when she did she looked up and blinked. “Oh, yeah. I mean, no, no, no, no. I’m just rem…ading about 1950’s Hollywood. Um, yeah, hi, I’m Katherine.” She put her hand out towards the stranger with a smile. 

Phoebe regarded the extended hand with a degree of uncertainty before taking in a quick, limp shake. "I'm Phoebe." She dropped her hand as quickly as she had offered it. Phoebe could decipher a certain degree of fascination radiating from the girl, but there was something more beneath it. It felt like the faint tingles of nostalgia, but Phoebe couldn't be positive. "Have you ever been there?" she asked, delicately indicating the book in the girl's hands. "Hollywood I mean," she added quickly, not wanting the girl to think she was slow in the head, "Not the fifties." The chuckle that finished her sentence was pitched a bit high and she shifted her weight a bit.