[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[heavensreader]

Yes, teacher.

[The written words come with a mumbled echo as she reads them out in a shamefaced tone. Kesara is duly scolded. Even when unsure of her teacher, she has the instincts - and pride - of a model student.

She needs to mollify him further, she thinks, and also stop him going off. And maybe she can get another nugget of information if she does it right.]

Teacher is good. He teach before?

[advanced]

[He thought she would take the hint that the lesson is over, but she's tricksy. He's not surprised any more, she's been like this since they first spoke, but it does set him on the defensive. Questions about himself always do.]

Yes.

[Not Chinese, but he helped teach the others in the Winter Soldier project, so he can't technically say no.]

You have your homework. I'll talk to you again soon.