Redsand Canyon operator

he would mimic the signs back to her until he got them right — or close enough to comprehension. and she was right. he was already feeling some sting of overload but he also did recognize certain words in her question.

like how and you.

and ignored her burp because he thought he was polite enough to not point out her, ah, gassy state. that would probably be a mood killer.

good, then he did his best to sign out the word by letter.

-G. O. O. D.-

i like order here, the wolves too. it is stable which is good. signed the last word again, a bit steadier this time. all of this shared with her with a bit more of a toothy grin on his features. some genuine look of pleasure on the usually stoic young man.