There was a moment, as her eyes narrowed and she pulled her wrist back, that Ford felt judged. It was all he could do to keep his back straight and his chin level as she surveyed him, hoping that she saw something there that would prevent her from dismissing him out of hand. It hadn't looked promising — the noise she made, the look she gave him, the swat on his shoulder (of all the moments for something undignified to have happened, and of all the undignified things that could have happened, it was inconceivable that the universe could be so cruel as to sprinkle him in powdered sugar just at the moment when he was trying his best to look self-assured). But she seemed at the very least to have foregone judgement of him for the moment, because she proposed a cigarette. Ford didn't smoke and never had, and he'd always found the habit odious when Cash indulged in it, but if the alternative was to part ways...
"Alright," he said with a nod, then took a moment to look around him and dust off his shoulders as best he could. His suit was going to be streaked with white all night, probably, unless he used a spell to clean it. That would mean going to a retiring room to take care of it, though, which would mean leaving, and he'd just agreed to a cigarette he had no intention of smoking. "I'm probably qualified to keep someone company while they go mad," Ford said, less because he believed it and more because he wanted to say something that sounded more articulate than what he'd been saying the past few minutes, which had been largely spent just agreeing to whatever she said and hanging on her every word. "I handle a lot of boggarts, and ghouls. So it wouldn't scare me off."
"Alright," he said with a nod, then took a moment to look around him and dust off his shoulders as best he could. His suit was going to be streaked with white all night, probably, unless he used a spell to clean it. That would mean going to a retiring room to take care of it, though, which would mean leaving, and he'd just agreed to a cigarette he had no intention of smoking. "I'm probably qualified to keep someone company while they go mad," Ford said, less because he believed it and more because he wanted to say something that sounded more articulate than what he'd been saying the past few minutes, which had been largely spent just agreeing to whatever she said and hanging on her every word. "I handle a lot of boggarts, and ghouls. So it wouldn't scare me off."
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