Normal, well-adjusted people might look at her irritated response and consider it haughty. A bit rude. John observes it and thinks: ah, someone of bearing and respect. Finally.
Which doesn't do much to negate the disappointment of her answer, unfortunately. John frowns at the broom, his desire to fulfill his duties and impress his superiors directly at odds with his distaste for manual labor. He's supposed to be able to impress them with research and cleverness, not... sweeping.
They hadn't said when to have the job done, though, did they? It can wait. John switches the broom to his off hand and steps forward, carefully avoiding the mess, to offer her a hand in formal introduction.
"Thank you." Because she did stop, even if her answer wasn't what he wanted. "My name is John Mandrake."
It's the kind of introduction that would be very at home at a formal event. In the middle of chores, not so much, but you know what they say about taking the boy out of the country.
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Which doesn't do much to negate the disappointment of her answer, unfortunately. John frowns at the broom, his desire to fulfill his duties and impress his superiors directly at odds with his distaste for manual labor. He's supposed to be able to impress them with research and cleverness, not... sweeping.
They hadn't said when to have the job done, though, did they? It can wait. John switches the broom to his off hand and steps forward, carefully avoiding the mess, to offer her a hand in formal introduction.
"Thank you." Because she did stop, even if her answer wasn't what he wanted. "My name is John Mandrake."
It's the kind of introduction that would be very at home at a formal event. In the middle of chores, not so much, but you know what they say about taking the boy out of the country.