Her head tilts into the touch almost unconsciously, whole seconds before her eyes even open to look Ripley in the face. Tired eyes, pinprick pupils in deep brown discs, flickering back and forth and up and down subtly as if trying to focus on all of her face at once.
"...I believe you. I still don't really know why, when believing—" a sigh, "—anything or anyone is so hard, but I do."
She can trace the veins of trust that have grown between her and others, between her and Ripley, but to take someone at their word still feels so dangerous, sometimes, and yet... she believes it anyway.
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Her head tilts into the touch almost unconsciously, whole seconds before her eyes even open to look Ripley in the face. Tired eyes, pinprick pupils in deep brown discs, flickering back and forth and up and down subtly as if trying to focus on all of her face at once.
"...I believe you. I still don't really know why, when believing—" a sigh, "—anything or anyone is so hard, but I do."
She can trace the veins of trust that have grown between her and others, between her and Ripley, but to take someone at their word still feels so dangerous, sometimes, and yet... she believes it anyway.