Several more seconds pass where Vanya is evaluating. Rebooting, maybe. She listens to what he's saying, even the mansplaining at the end. It's clear he wasn't involved and means well. The piercing sound in her ears is gone, the ambient street noise a normal whisper. The color in her irises fill back in.
"I didn't mean to..." A false start because she did sort of mean to, but not to him and not as hard. She pushes herself up to her feet. Regardless of her intentions, she's knocked over a bystander. He has a metal leg and, possibly, a head injury.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" She holds a hand out to help him up. This is the worst part, she's decided, of these unfortunate, inept encounters with her power: having to face the people that she's caught up in the awful disconnect between who Vanya is and the person she knows how to be.
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Date: 2021-02-03 04:32 am (UTC)"I didn't mean to..." A false start because she did sort of mean to, but not to him and not as hard. She pushes herself up to her feet. Regardless of her intentions, she's knocked over a bystander. He has a metal leg and, possibly, a head injury.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" She holds a hand out to help him up. This is the worst part, she's decided, of these unfortunate, inept encounters with her power: having to face the people that she's caught up in the awful disconnect between who Vanya is and the person she knows how to be.