[ Some people may have balked at such things, or even found Syo less than affable, but Silco... is a little off. There's a half-snort at the way she says it. A curl of his lip, half a smirk, but it doesn't quite reach it with the scars on his lip, but the impression is there. He tracked her movements, but one eye unblinking, stared the whole time, taking in the details.

She moves with exuberance, talks with her hands. It's all the things that he knows and understands, because well -- Silco raised someone just like that.

The thought is idle, but it comes with some measure of...pain? Not anger, he doesn't think. Silco knows what anger feels like, violent to burst, sharp and hot, but this is more of a pit of...something. He's not used to evaluating his emotions, so he doesn't. ]

Who doesn't?

[ He said, with a shrug of his shoulders. ] Where I'm from, that's prerequisite for survival.

You think that thing liked that too? I just figured it was... [ A wave of his hand now, descriptive. ] Somewhat less driven by passion, more like a force of nature.