[ She relaxes a bit too when she sees his shoulders slump. But the gears keep moving in her head as she watches her companion, noting the way he darts his eyes away and tries to— well, make himself small, for lack of a better description that she can think of.

What can she do to put this person at ease? Those are the things that run through her mind, her main objective still being to get on the good side of any and all of the kidnappees she can. And Misa is friendly, but more importantly, a people person. It's important to understand the person you're talking to, when trying to break the ice. Her smile broadens, flopping down on a huge slab of stone more towards the center of the clearing, overgrown with moss— and dramatically, she leans back on her hands, staring up at the sky rather than at Dextera himself. ]

Can I try guessing something about you? You don't have to answer if you don't feel like it. [ It doesn't seem like she finds the silence or the avoidant behavior awkward at all; she just trudges on as normal, relaxing her over-excited tone into something more casual. Misa holds up one finger, and then another as she lists it out: ] Are you not saying anything because you don't feel like it, or because you can't?