Credence is in the corner, and when he speaks, it's from there. He doesn't move towards the other and the fire, he merely watches, broom in hand, from a shadowy section of the inn. He doesn't speak right away, either--he watches and observes carefully, taking in the other's appearance, and gait, and the way he sits around people he doesn't know. A survival tactic in Credence's case: observe and judge the room first. It used to be, at least--now he most likely just looks like some strange person with too short hair and a hunched over posture staring at the new arrival like a piece of meat.
Should he smile? He feels like he should smile.
...Probably not. It might come across as terrifying.
"When I arrived here, there was snow everywhere. The fire probably saved my life." A beat. "Are you okay, sir?"
inn;
Credence is in the corner, and when he speaks, it's from there. He doesn't move towards the other and the fire, he merely watches, broom in hand, from a shadowy section of the inn. He doesn't speak right away, either--he watches and observes carefully, taking in the other's appearance, and gait, and the way he sits around people he doesn't know. A survival tactic in Credence's case: observe and judge the room first. It used to be, at least--now he most likely just looks like some strange person with too short hair and a hunched over posture staring at the new arrival like a piece of meat.
Should he smile? He feels like he should smile.
...Probably not. It might come across as terrifying.
"When I arrived here, there was snow everywhere. The fire probably saved my life." A beat. "Are you okay, sir?"