Talk:Analeese Sterling/@comment-3998105-20140803084727/@comment-25247881-20140803095040

{{Analeese|Analeese scans the tablet, following his fingers as he explains. She guesses that he must be either deaf or mute, the prospect is strange for her to understand. In her past life, those who were different were prayed on by her biker gang, usually desperate for methamphetamines or petrol. Sometimes she wishes that she was the same, so that she couldn’t hear the bullshit that most people said. She reaches out her arms towards the tablet. “May I?” She says, making eye contact so that Greg could read her lips or expression if he needed.|*the time, which is the quote, in this case*}