Telrim doesn't say that it's no mystery to her why they're talking: to the Yeerk's eyes he has very few alternatives. She just lets her gaze flicker for a moment at that; a silent admission that yes, it is rather odd. Just as it's odd - if amusing - to be assured that he doesn't mind 'her' existing. Luckily for Regulus, she's not likely to take any of this personally. Her people may not practice magic, but that doesn't matter: they're Yeerks, therefore superior to any host species, Muggle or not.
Natasha wouldn't - can't - dismiss the matter so casually, of course. Telrim's silent for a moment, absorbing what he's told her. "...I guess it would get very old, having to hide your whole life from the rest of the world." She smiles slightly, drawing away from her visible unease. "You're not exactly Mr. Cool when it comes to ordinary technology, yourself."
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Date: 2013-12-20 01:05 pm (UTC)Natasha wouldn't - can't - dismiss the matter so casually, of course. Telrim's silent for a moment, absorbing what he's told her. "...I guess it would get very old, having to hide your whole life from the rest of the world." She smiles slightly, drawing away from her visible unease. "You're not exactly Mr. Cool when it comes to ordinary technology, yourself."