Derek shrugs a little because he can't think of any other examples either, but figures she's on the right track. "See? So probably not a big deal," he says, reassuring himself and maybe — hopefully — her in the process.
It's interesting to smell anxiousness in the air and he's pretty sure it's coming from her, but he can't figure out what, exactly, he's done to make her feel that way. Of course, he's assuming that he's the one at fault, which is awfully arrogant of him, if he were to really think about it. It's totally lost on him that her anxiety is coming from the approaching uniformed people, because he hardly notices them.
It's when she drops her papers and he hears that non-expletive that his attention is back on what's happening specifically. He crouches with her to try to help her pick them up and lowers his voice. "Frack?" he asks, wondering if it's like 'fuck' wherever she comes from or if it's something completely different. "Everything okay?"
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It's interesting to smell anxiousness in the air and he's pretty sure it's coming from her, but he can't figure out what, exactly, he's done to make her feel that way. Of course, he's assuming that he's the one at fault, which is awfully arrogant of him, if he were to really think about it. It's totally lost on him that her anxiety is coming from the approaching uniformed people, because he hardly notices them.
It's when she drops her papers and he hears that non-expletive that his attention is back on what's happening specifically. He crouches with her to try to help her pick them up and lowers his voice. "Frack?" he asks, wondering if it's like 'fuck' wherever she comes from or if it's something completely different. "Everything okay?"