Aragorn hadn't seen Lisbeth around much, but he didn't really go looking for people. He recalled her from when she first arrived though, in shackles and looking for all the world like she was raised by Orcs. He had come to know her as a reasonably nice person, if a bit reserved. That was something that he understood though.
So when he saw her accidentally dump the bag and move to pick it up, he didn't immediately bend down to help her pick the items up. While it would have been polite, he wasn't sure it would have necessarily been appreciated.
"Don't call me that," Lisbeth snapped, and she started shoving the items roughly back into the rucksack. "Don't touch that one either unless you want to feel a hell of a lot worse than you ever have before."
She was both pale and in possession of flaming red cheeks.
"I promise Lisbeth, I have no intention of violating your privacy," Aragorn reassured her. He had no doubt that her threat wasn't anything idle, but he wasn't going to take it personally.
"I meant that if you're not careful, this shit will hurt you." Lisbeth was still furious with everything for aligning in this fashion. The needle, the taser, it all promised to give him something to remember. "Just don't touch it."
She made an effort to be more careful. It could probably still be salvaged, most of it.
"I have no intention to," he reassured her again. He knew enough of modern items to know that some of them were incredibly dangerous if you didn't know how to use them, and Aragorn hardly knew how to use any of them.
"Different things," Lisbeth said cautiously. Her tongue had been loosened by the shock. "One is for self-defense. Or attack. They're things I needed to make sure a man in Sweden learned his lesson."
She watched him with black eyes, as if seeing where he would go with this.
"Such things are quite small in your modern world," Aragorn mused. True, a dagger could be small and cause a vast amount of pain if you knew where to apply it, but these devices were beyond that.
"That's how it works. Smaller is better. You can fit it anywhere, and then." Lisbeth mimed shooting a gun with her thumb and forefinger, knowing he wouldn't get it. She had since panicked too much to care. "It's called science."
Somehow, the lost king of Middle Earth seemed harmless to her. Affable. She thought about offering to taze him as a learning experience.
"A gun," Aragorn said. The gesture was an easy enough one to understand, even someone with as limited experience in modern ways as Aragorn did. That was one advantage he had found on the island, that people assumed that just because he arrived ignorant of things, that he had stayed that way. He had studied warfare of different cultures here and had even seen guns used down in Rapture.
"And I am aware of what science is," he added, a small smile playing on his lips. If she wanted to treat him as a child, he would let her. "Are you a scientist in your world then?"
"No. I could be if I wanted, but I'm not." Lisbeth couldn't even imagine the hellish hoop-jumping that would have been trying to get into university. "I do something else. With computers."
She pulled the tazer back out, and hit the button so that the electricity crackled between the prongs.
"I believe I have seen the Island Police Force with weapons similar to that," Aragorn said, leaning forward a bit to examine it but keeping far enough away from the blue energy to not get shocked.
So when he saw her accidentally dump the bag and move to pick it up, he didn't immediately bend down to help her pick the items up. While it would have been polite, he wasn't sure it would have necessarily been appreciated.
"Lady Lisbeth?"
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She was both pale and in possession of flaming red cheeks.
"Just don't touch anything."
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"Is there anything I can do to help though?"
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She made an effort to be more careful. It could probably still be salvaged, most of it.
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"What do they do?"
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She watched him with black eyes, as if seeing where he would go with this.
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Somehow, the lost king of Middle Earth seemed harmless to her. Affable. She thought about offering to taze him as a learning experience.
He might have said yes.
She didn't ask.
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"And I am aware of what science is," he added, a small smile playing on his lips. If she wanted to treat him as a child, he would let her. "Are you a scientist in your world then?"
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She pulled the tazer back out, and hit the button so that the electricity crackled between the prongs.
"This is not a gun. This is better than a gun."
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"Not as loud as a gun. Or as messy."
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