[closed] And it's strange to him

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Who: Crane and Diana
When: May
Where: One small town
What: Assisting those affected by the flood
Warnings: None currently

[Floods. Disasters. Scientists flood the local community and lend support: not out of charity but opportunity.

Crane watches them swarm the relief efforts while taking lunch: a flatbread and a glass of water flavoured with slices of lemon and lime. His own efforts have involved people, his words designed to engineer minds instead of erecting dams and sandbags. Is it a stressful time for the locals? Certainly. For others? Depends. One woman has heeded the call and taken to physical labour like a duck to water. He watches her work for a minute before announcing himself.]

What a small world.

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[Eyes narrow at Diana from behind her back. Her comment - more a command in his opinion - needles and writhes inside his ego. Had she suggested his help was welcome, that his presence was felt, she would not be so goddamn annoying. One free and eager hand wipes sweat off his brow. Two flatten his hair back into order after an angry moment.

He expresses nothing of his displeasure and follows her along, back towards his burdens, back towards their work. Would it be wrong to ditch her with the excuse of returning to his work? Would it even be relevent? He doesn't care and after another hour's work he politely excuses himself - he needs to return to helping minds - and leaves.]