[Cynthia Rawson - Sunday June 10th, 2075 - Dante's Inferno, VIP Suite 3] #63
"What? Cynthia looks at Tanya for a bit, surprised. "Oh... No no." she shakes her head. She seems to hesitate for a bit, contemplating what to say next...and how to say it.
"I'm... Not good with people. I sometimes go to concerts, but it's always places where I don't have to leave my jeans and t-shirts behind or interact with anybody.". She looks around at the crowd, frowning. "It often seems I have no filter between my brain and my mouth, and as a result I often put my feet in there. It's easier and...less hurtful... to avoid talking to people I don't know." She shrugs. "When you add the fact that I'm not interested in meeting anyone..."
She pauses, thinking back to the beginning of her evening. With a small smile, she adds "Not in general at least. On some occasions I can be a bit curious I suppose." When she continues, her smile fades slowly. "Anyway... I'm not comfortable anywhere other than home." Pensive, she adds "Or at dawn for a jog in the streets, when it looks like I'm alone in the world, I suppose."
She frowns, glancing at Tanya. After a visible hesitation, thinking about how the evening went so far, she adds "But I much prefer the Matrix. There, I'm free. In control. I know the rules."
With a sigh, she lets a few seconds go by, as she watches the crowds. "And to answer your last question, I suppose it wouldn't come as a surprise if I told you I'd much prefer you didn't say anything about me. I don't like the idea of fleeing but maybe I could go there by myself while you took care of the noisy people?" With a groan, not even waiting for an answer, she continues "I guess it doesn't really matter since they already saw us."
She shifts uncomfortably. "I don't know... Something that won't draw attention to me? I could be a... A family friend or something?" with a grunt, she shakes her head "Er no, bad idea, given er... It would draw a drekstorm of attention. I have no idea what would be best, so just tell them what you want..." With an hopeful look, thinking of a good idea (or so she thinks at least...), she adds "I don't mind if you make me into a mute, an autistic or whatever! One of your charities work maybe?"