"Of course. I don't deserve either." Perhaps a bit surprisingly, she pulls the armor from the messenger back and slides it across the table to Samus. After quickly waving off the approaching waiter, she looks in Samus' direction. Her eyes don't settle on the hunter's, but rather on her right ear. Someone like Samus will likely understand she's trying to give the illusion of meeting her gaze while not actually doing it, but Amelia knows she can't hide her face forever.
"What else?" She's leaving the table completely open here. Were this a negotiation with anyone else, she'd have countered and fought to keep the armor. And if this had happened back home, she would never do such a thing.
Her stomach twists at the thought and she suddenly has to fight to keep her breathing even.
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"Of course. I don't deserve either." Perhaps a bit surprisingly, she pulls the armor from the messenger back and slides it across the table to Samus. After quickly waving off the approaching waiter, she looks in Samus' direction. Her eyes don't settle on the hunter's, but rather on her right ear. Someone like Samus will likely understand she's trying to give the illusion of meeting her gaze while not actually doing it, but Amelia knows she can't hide her face forever.
"What else?" She's leaving the table completely open here. Were this a negotiation with anyone else, she'd have countered and fought to keep the armor. And if this had happened back home, she would never do such a thing.
Her stomach twists at the thought and she suddenly has to fight to keep her breathing even.