[color=a0410d][h3]Hazel Ada Stoll[/h3] [i][/i][/color] Hazel clicked her tongue twice in Ryoma's direction, as the scientist had proven to be the only person capable of understanding her consistently. It was enough to make her want to scream. It was beyond inconvenient that the rest couldn't follow her signs, even if she went slowly. Still, she could count on someone at least to interpret for Autumn. [i][color=a0410d][/color][/i] She neglected to add the "like I did", but to at least a few of them it would be implied. Michel she favored with a small smile and a nod, which was high praise from the notoriously disinterested Shrike pilot. He may not have been able to understand her, but the kid at least payed attention. That deserved recognition. It would be worth trying to teach him at least the basics of ASL, help someone else understand at least as well as Victor. [i]Speaking of.[/i] The beret-wearing pilot was fixed with a level, exasperated stare, and the mute woman pulled the notebook out of her pocket with exaggerated slowness and bringing it up to eye level. She waved it once with a flick of her wrist, then pointed at her eyes with the corner. Then his eyes with her finger. [i][color=a0410d]Eyes. Here. You're fooling no one.[/color][/i] And their glorious Commander. She could see the gears turning in the woman's head, the sow realization. [i]Finally[/i]. It had taken long enough to explain that she [i]wasn't[/i] epileptic, once she let go of her tongue. And once she stopped having her head smacked off of the floor. It had barely been a bite before, but [i]that[/i] had warranted a bite. Crazy woman. And she wasn't a 'fucking spaz', that was the pot calling the kettle black. Still, the realization was [i]delicious[/i]. Hazel coughed innocently, angling her ear forward as if trying to hear better. She fixed Corinne with an amused grin, one that only widened when she made eye contact.