He takes her response as a "You got it in one" affirmation. And that she's in one of her weird "worky" moods. Joy. They'd left the flat that morning in such a good state though! Riley was still riding high on his good feelings!]
Och, First Prize ay? Wha' else do I get fer tellin ye ye're no' makin' sense? [Okay fine, mebbe he's being a bit of a smartass.]
[Well if she'd just make sense maybe he'd get that!
He blinks up at her again.]
Really, Rose. All I'm hearin' out yer mouth is gibberish. Did ye handle somethin' weird in th' cataloggin' room before it got cleared f'r research or storage? [Hell, if he could turn into a dog by touching something, she could scramble the language center of her brain.]
[Okay, it's Riley's turn to scoff now!] I didnae touch anythin'. I came straight up here tae my desk this mornin' an' haven't left. You were th'one tae wander off!
[She gives a short laugh.] It will go that that does it that he that that does the the majority of place, understands what me automatically in the miserable movement, NOW?
[His head ...tilts... slowly as Rose's ridiculous string of words comes at him--He can tell she's forming sentences that apparently make sense to her, but he's having difficulty following.
["Sorry, what time is it?"]
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[Shame what?]
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[You're the one who started on about shame.]
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Och, First Prize ay? Wha' else do I get fer tellin ye ye're no' makin' sense? [Okay fine, mebbe he's being a bit of a smartass.]
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Now he's just..being irritating on purpose. Why?]
United States, not a cheat. You also.
["What're you on about? S'there something I should know by now?"]
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He blinks up at her again.]
Really, Rose. All I'm hearin' out yer mouth is gibberish. Did ye handle somethin' weird in th' cataloggin' room before it got cleared f'r research or storage? [Hell, if he could turn into a dog by touching something, she could scramble the language center of her brain.]
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[I didn't touch anything! Did you touch something again?]
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[Oh NOW you understand me?]
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The most concise answer he can give is:]
What?
[Apparently he doesn't, Rose. Sorry!]
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... If in the same day? Now.
[...You just...understood me a moment ago. Now you don't?]
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I'm sorry, I 'ave no idea what ye're sayin', Rose.
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So, we have to deal with the British. [She points at the notebook!]
[Well you're speaking English so you must understand it. Give me your notebook.]
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Aye, we do. You're clearly no' speaking English, and I know ye cannie speak Scots. [He snorts.] Mebbe suddenly ye're capable 'f Welsh?
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