[Well, she's calming, at least. Hollingworth smiles encouragement at her serious expression, and privately takes measure. She's very slight, not giving any great impression of physical strength. Judging from that first reaction she's going to be emotional, perhaps prone to fits of dangerous panic. Far from ideal, this girl they've given him. But there must surely be some use he can pull from her - she is his first and at present only tool for survival, and that isn't something to be lightly discard.
The mimed instruction is simple and plain, and it takes him a matter of seconds to decipher what her indications surely mean.]
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The mimed instruction is simple and plain, and it takes him a matter of seconds to decipher what her indications surely mean.]
You can not speak? Is that it?
[How dreadfully inconvenient.]