[ Silco’s poor attitude and reception is no surprise, but she also rejects his standoffish, smug smile without even acknowledging it. She moves to take a seat across from him, cross-legged, but comfortable, all things considered. ]

I know I’m not convincing you, though. So, I’m not here to talk to you about that!

[ She sees the tension, though she knows it could be from her presence, from sitting down so boldly. Or— ]

You’re feeling Meridian, yes? Like I’m feeling Zenith.