[ she watches him carefully, still guarded, with a careful frown on her face. she's good at reading people, and her eyes flicker over his face, his body language, how he holds himself. nothing in his posture or his inflection indicates that he's lying.
hiding the truth, maybe, but not outright lying. he doesn't mean her harm. it wouldn't give him anything but a headache, most likely, to help her. or not help her. she doesn't know what the point of looking at a contract is, other than make her feel stupid for signing it in the first place.
finally, though, inej sighs and turns toward her bag, stooping down to kneel as she sorts through her things. she eventually fishes out a manila envelope, which she opens as she stands, tugging out a few things. paperwork in ravkan, which doesn't seem to be relevant to what kaz is asking for, as inej doesn't hand it over. but she eventually pulls out a thick stack of paper, bound together, and she hands it over. ]
I could not read half of what I was signing, when I came here. It was four years ago. Maybe five. I don't remember.
[ after a moment, as she returns to folding her arms over her chest. ]
I don't know if that matters, or not. She never had it translated for me.
[ now that she's fluent in kerch, she has never bothered to go back through and read it. it felt pointless, when she had already signed it. ]
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Date: 2020-09-28 01:56 pm (UTC)hiding the truth, maybe, but not outright lying. he doesn't mean her harm. it wouldn't give him anything but a headache, most likely, to help her. or not help her. she doesn't know what the point of looking at a contract is, other than make her feel stupid for signing it in the first place.
finally, though, inej sighs and turns toward her bag, stooping down to kneel as she sorts through her things. she eventually fishes out a manila envelope, which she opens as she stands, tugging out a few things. paperwork in ravkan, which doesn't seem to be relevant to what kaz is asking for, as inej doesn't hand it over. but she eventually pulls out a thick stack of paper, bound together, and she hands it over. ]
I could not read half of what I was signing, when I came here. It was four years ago. Maybe five. I don't remember.
[ after a moment, as she returns to folding her arms over her chest. ]
I don't know if that matters, or not. She never had it translated for me.
[ now that she's fluent in kerch, she has never bothered to go back through and read it. it felt pointless, when she had already signed it. ]