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Morgan looks relieved and takes the phone, "I really would, thank you. I'll pay you back for the charges as soon as I can get back to my hotel, I promise."Morgan was blowing it off, but Melissa was sure the girl was worried. Holding the cell phone out, she asks, "You want to give him a call?"
"Of course it's natural. Otherwise you wouldn't be so shy about it..." There is a concerned tone in her voice now as she sees how disturbed Shiva seems to be talking about this, "If you don't want to talk about this I don't mind. I just want to let you know I don't see anything wrong with it. I mean I'm a girl training to be a doctor and on top of that I'm a... well I guess there is no way to describe someone like me."
Buster is able to loosen up more at her laugh, but never able to fully stop his erratic fidgeting, starts scratching and fiddling his thumbs. He turns down to his hands, fully conscious of his twitching problems. Hearing her bring up the situation again, even if it's not in a desperate frantic way, he tries to steer it a little more general and avoid more information about how he got here. "I do whatever keeps me busy. I'm not exactly rich but, I mean, I'm fresh out of college, I'm already in debt, so I figure what's a few more dollars? I just try to keep physically active and learn whatever I can. Student by heart, so to speak, whatever keeps my mind on track."
Buster leaned his back against the wall and stopped his hands from visibly freaking out. In turn, he took the weight off his left leg, and started bouncing his heel, and by extension, the rest of his leg. He turned his right leg outward though, trying to conceal it, so it didn't seem like he was impatient or in any hurry out of the conversation.
"Sounds practically Bohemian," she continued to grin, apparently not put off by his fidgeting. Sliding down the wall and resting with her back to it, her legs bent out in front of her, she wriggled her bare toes in her sandals, apparently having caught some of his fidgety-ness or perhaps possessing a little of her own. "You ever played a guitar?" she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice. "That'll put your mind on another track altogether."
"Someone like you?"