Hushed Willows that's nice, that's a nice sentiment

Ah, Russian.  Banner had never been exposed to that language before.  Then again, she wasn't sure she'd really been exposed to any language other than her own.  She frowned for the briefest of moments as she thought about it.  Did that make her.. uncultured?  Sheltered, maybe.  Everyone around these parts spoke English, languages hadn't really come up.  It's.. nice, she commented quietly.  "Nice" wasn't a great word to use.  It was beautiful, but she couldn't say that.

The short female paused for a beat and turned her bright green gaze to Buchanan.  The Officer.  And a mission.  Unbidden, her eyes snapped down to the scars on his shoulder.  Banner fought to move her attention back to his face - she didn't want to stare.  Rudeness and all that.  Furrowing her brows, the Beta moved to keep pace with him again.  She was so curious to know about his life, about things like The Officer and his missions and how his tail had come to be docked.  It was obvious to her that these were deeply personal and likely painful subjects and thus she had not a single clue how to broach them.

His thoughts had moved on, though.  Thank you, she said warmly, not sure how else to respond at the moment.  For a wolf who loved collecting feathers so much she hadn't spent much time actually observing birds.  A new hobby, perhaps?  Previous thoughts gnawed at her, though, and Banner couldn't help what came out next.  Will you.. tell me? she began in a small voice.  .. about you, I mean.  Not eloquent by any stretch of the imagination, but she'd managed to get it out with no major mishaps. 

Under the guise of scanning the borders, she looked away from him again.  She just felt so.. awkward.  It made her skin itch, honestly.  These things did not come naturally to her and she didn't want to make the situation worse by gaping at him like a moron.  .. if you want to, she added in a murmur.  Banner didn't want him to think that he had to share anything about himself with her.