[ If Silco notices the amount of effort Koby's exerting, he doesn't make any outward note of it; the boy's nod gets one in return, as well as a wave of one hand to invite Koby to sit again as he takes a seat of his own. He's certainly different from Nami – both of them strike Silco as earnest (as clever, more importantly), but in distinctly separate tenors. Nami has her restaurant, a focal point for those she considers her crew, while Koby has a stockpile meant for all, a brochure for any new arrivals, regardless of who they are or where they've come from. And that's leaving aside the way Koby had stood upon his approach, a habit Silco knows comes strict discipline.
Smoothly, as he settles into a chair: ] The pleasure's all mine.
[ It's an easy tit for tat, matching Koby's energy as opposed to fully exerting his own while he's still getting the lay of the land. And as for the duck — he lays his hand out on the desk, palm up, not exactly extended forward but available should the creature take an interest. ]
Did she arrive here with you?
[ A useless question, maybe, but the notes are right there, and it's not like this line of inquiry is going to change Koby's mind one way or another. ]
no subject
Smoothly, as he settles into a chair: ] The pleasure's all mine.
[ It's an easy tit for tat, matching Koby's energy as opposed to fully exerting his own while he's still getting the lay of the land. And as for the duck — he lays his hand out on the desk, palm up, not exactly extended forward but available should the creature take an interest. ]
Did she arrive here with you?
[ A useless question, maybe, but the notes are right there, and it's not like this line of inquiry is going to change Koby's mind one way or another. ]