[ Alberto can't keep his eyes from her prosthetic as soon as he notices it, watching her fidget with it. He'd been so focused on their theatrics and his stuff that it hadn't stuck out to him, even when she tripped him. But now, unknown to her, even this struck a personal nerve. He wasn't going to say anything about it, but when she mentions it herself, relieved it's not harmed... he figures he can ask? Maybe? Maybe he shouldn't. But... this strange seagull-lady has already been so forward with him. This is hands down one of the weirdest interactions he's had in his life. He shakes his head no when she asks him if he's hurt. ]
No, I'm fine...
[ His voice is a little distant, eyes trailing back to her leg before glancing to meet her eye awkwardly. ]
...Um— ...Is that how you came into the world?
[ It's an interesting way to phrase that question. Better than "what happened," but as always, Alberto has a tendency to mimic those in his life. Of course he can't help but think of Massimo. Massimo, who was so completely undeterred by having only one arm, who was not disabled by it in the slightest, the best fisherman in the village — and most respected. At least by Alberto, that's for certain. Whatever this weird seagull-lady did for a living... She seemed powerful enough to him as it is, just by her sheer chutzpah. He's never seen a prosthetic before, either, and the way it's sort of cobbled together with odds and ends, well— also strikes a personal nerve, still unknown to her. This has definitely softened him a bit. ]
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No, I'm fine...
[ His voice is a little distant, eyes trailing back to her leg before glancing to meet her eye awkwardly. ]
...Um— ...Is that how you came into the world?
[ It's an interesting way to phrase that question. Better than "what happened," but as always, Alberto has a tendency to mimic those in his life. Of course he can't help but think of Massimo. Massimo, who was so completely undeterred by having only one arm, who was not disabled by it in the slightest, the best fisherman in the village — and most respected. At least by Alberto, that's for certain. Whatever this weird seagull-lady did for a living... She seemed powerful enough to him as it is, just by her sheer chutzpah. He's never seen a prosthetic before, either, and the way it's sort of cobbled together with odds and ends, well— also strikes a personal nerve, still unknown to her. This has definitely softened him a bit. ]