Her teeth tug on her lower lip as the man comes into better view, ever looking away from her. She had thought-- hoped?-- they'd pulled away from that some. It's strange seeing him in the clothing of this place, even with only a week the brightly colored suit he wore was part of her image of him. Though, she supposed, the teals she wore were far from the old Victorian clothes of her parents.
She's patient-- In some ways she's learned to be patient about Newt. Her fingers loosely clasp before her, fidgeting with the same sense of apprehension. It's not as if she's much better than him, but she's better at faking it. She has to be. Still she can't help the slight tilt of her head at his admission and the furrowing of her brows.
"Newt, there's no shelter out here," Tina remarks simply. While she was well aware of the fact he spent much of his life in the wilderness, she can't help but think that was in his case. Or with proper equipment and magical assistance, he didn't really seem to have that here. A hand found itself propped on her hip, brow arching up her forehead questioningly waiting for an answer. She can get that he doesn't feel comfortable around people, but it doesn't stop the sudden worry.
She deflates some, though, at his last comment. Taken aback a moment as she glances away from him-- Down to the new clothing skeptically and blushes faintly. Glancing back upwards, she bites back an amused smile, free hand drifting to tuck a strand of her hair back. "Thanks," She answered, more softly than before. Her eyes remaining trained on him in hopes he'd look up properly, but all too aware that even this much is a strain on him-- One day she finds she hopes he can be more comfortable around her.
"So do you," Tina continues amicably, letting out a breath, "but I think you'd be better with shelter. You know Queenie has an extra room. You could sleep there." She decides to plow on, but in some ways her tone doesn't say she'll take no for an answer. As much as he understands his reluctance to people, after everything they were friends-- She wasn't going to let him stay out alone. Which gives her another idea--
She gives another small sound and the hand that had brushed her hair away joins the other in propping against her hips. "Or I could join you out here."
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She's patient-- In some ways she's learned to be patient about Newt. Her fingers loosely clasp before her, fidgeting with the same sense of apprehension. It's not as if she's much better than him, but she's better at faking it. She has to be. Still she can't help the slight tilt of her head at his admission and the furrowing of her brows.
"Newt, there's no shelter out here," Tina remarks simply. While she was well aware of the fact he spent much of his life in the wilderness, she can't help but think that was in his case. Or with proper equipment and magical assistance, he didn't really seem to have that here. A hand found itself propped on her hip, brow arching up her forehead questioningly waiting for an answer. She can get that he doesn't feel comfortable around people, but it doesn't stop the sudden worry.
She deflates some, though, at his last comment. Taken aback a moment as she glances away from him-- Down to the new clothing skeptically and blushes faintly. Glancing back upwards, she bites back an amused smile, free hand drifting to tuck a strand of her hair back. "Thanks," She answered, more softly than before. Her eyes remaining trained on him in hopes he'd look up properly, but all too aware that even this much is a strain on him-- One day she finds she hopes he can be more comfortable around her.
"So do you," Tina continues amicably, letting out a breath, "but I think you'd be better with shelter. You know Queenie has an extra room. You could sleep there." She decides to plow on, but in some ways her tone doesn't say she'll take no for an answer. As much as he understands his reluctance to people, after everything they were friends-- She wasn't going to let him stay out alone. Which gives her another idea--
She gives another small sound and the hand that had brushed her hair away joins the other in propping against her hips. "Or I could join you out here."
Tina, no.