He can tell there isn't much heart in her movement, and he wonders briefly why the translator-- or whatever it is that speaks for her when she signs-- didn't pick up on her movement, but figures it's simply because the gesture is pretty universal. Half a second more lingers between them as Esteban watches her, trying to see how he might help, but really, there's only one thing he's good at under these circumstances, and it's running his mouth.
Well, he hopes she won't mind.
He keeps his expressions bright and cheery, despite the ice pack still cradled at his eye, and there is a sort of clumsy attempt for him to move hands as if he could even try to begin to imitate her. Or maybe he's just being extremely mobile, as his gestures don't make that much sense. (Then again; he is one-handed right now).
"'Dians, you're really fast though!" he blabbers, leaning a bit forwards again, as if to express his admiration. "I kinda get in trouble sometimes, but never got to get this good; betcha you train lots!" Then again, a lot of people here seem to train... lots.
"It kinda makes me wonder, t' be honest, 'cause I don't know what to expect when we get out there, but I betcha you know yer way around. I've heard so many things 'but nothin' concrete an' I'm tryin' to track down some information, but at the same time, seems like everythin's different every single time, so it's kinda excitin'~ but also like, I don' wanna let anyone down." He really should consider training... more.
He'll take any opportunity that presents itself, he decides. Better than doing nothing-- and besides. He loves his spinning-- truly he does! But there's only so many times he can go through a dance before getting sick of the practice. Oh wait-- he's blabbering and not letting her in!
"Sorry-- here I go again~" He snickers at this, as a bit of an apology, before he nods at her again. "I noticed you got a sword!" Kind of hard not to, if he's to be honest. "Is that yer main weapon? D'you train in lots of different kinds or just the one?"
Briefly, he wonders if people tend to pick up weapons like he tends to pick up fire-spinning tools. First one, then another and a third. He misses his staff and rope-dart if he's to be honest.
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Well, he hopes she won't mind.
He keeps his expressions bright and cheery, despite the ice pack still cradled at his eye, and there is a sort of clumsy attempt for him to move hands as if he could even try to begin to imitate her. Or maybe he's just being extremely mobile, as his gestures don't make that much sense. (Then again; he is one-handed right now).
"'Dians, you're really fast though!" he blabbers, leaning a bit forwards again, as if to express his admiration. "I kinda get in trouble sometimes, but never got to get this good; betcha you train lots!" Then again, a lot of people here seem to train... lots.
"It kinda makes me wonder, t' be honest, 'cause I don't know what to expect when we get out there, but I betcha you know yer way around. I've heard so many things 'but nothin' concrete an' I'm tryin' to track down some information, but at the same time, seems like everythin's different every single time, so it's kinda excitin'~ but also like, I don' wanna let anyone down." He really should consider training... more.
He'll take any opportunity that presents itself, he decides. Better than doing nothing-- and besides. He loves his spinning-- truly he does! But there's only so many times he can go through a dance before getting sick of the practice. Oh wait-- he's blabbering and not letting her in!
"Sorry-- here I go again~" He snickers at this, as a bit of an apology, before he nods at her again. "I noticed you got a sword!" Kind of hard not to, if he's to be honest. "Is that yer main weapon? D'you train in lots of different kinds or just the one?"
Briefly, he wonders if people tend to pick up weapons like he tends to pick up fire-spinning tools. First one, then another and a third. He misses his staff and rope-dart if he's to be honest.