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Usually he’d be upset and more than a little bit cross towards someone for pulling him out of his focus, a line of ink dragging across the paper ever so slightly as he was forced out of concentration, and back into the real world. Jane certainly possessed a priority, particularly when she acted the least be excited about anything – if it got her animated, it surely would rouse Valeriu from his spot at his desk, pushing the chair out so that he was facing her, giving her his undivided attention. Within her opened palm, a emerald beetle-like bug with iridescent splotches of color all over the carapace, sat patiently, as if waiting for the perfect moment to escape. It didn’t need to run around in a panic, it knew it’s brillant coloration was enough to ward off most predators, and if that didn’t work, they would be in for a stinky surprise. Luckily, Jane and Valeriu knew to have a careful, steady hand with insects. “That’s a good find, they are rare to find down here,” Valeriu said, his voice notably excited as he held out his hand to allow the bug to crawl into his hand so he could get a closer look.

She held her hand carefully against his, allowing the beetle to crawl onto Valeriu’s fingers. Jane was careful with all the small things she came across, having been raised with an instinct for softness. The last thing she wanted was to cause an insect fear -- much less pain -- just because she wasn’t paying close enough attention to how she handled it.