[Elena purses her lips a little, anxiety creeping into her stomach over doing this. It's not exactly performance anxiety, it's--...]
[Okay, it's a little performance anxiety. She's not even sure she knows how to do this, and with no one to walk her through it, she could just end up telling Giorno to do something with no added effect. While in some ways that would be the for the best, it'd be humiliating, too. The other part though is the irrational fear she'll get it right and something will go wrong somehow, and it'll work.]
[What little left there is of the edge of her seat, Elena scoots to it. She thinks about what she could do with this, and the tamer ideas come to mind first. But that's not what Giorno's interested in even if it would still be a proof of concept. He wants to know what's the worst she could do. That's not a question she has the answer for, and not one she ever wants to have the answer for, but she tries to think of what could benefit her right now that she could still fix if worst came to worst.]
[Something floats to mind, and her feelings remain complicated. Elena starts to open her mouth to say something, but stops. She can't just say it. She has to . . . Honestly, she doesn't know. She's never asked. It's about taking control though, right? Getting inside someone's head and making them do something you want them to do. She latches onto that thought until she thinks maybe she feels something differently, like she's pushing against something.]
You won't remember this conversation. [Keep it simple, she reminds herself. The more complicated, the more difficult it'll be to make a real effort.] You stayed late to organize a few things for tomorrow morning after the last customers left. You were alone the whole time.
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[Okay, it's a little performance anxiety. She's not even sure she knows how to do this, and with no one to walk her through it, she could just end up telling Giorno to do something with no added effect. While in some ways that would be the for the best, it'd be humiliating, too. The other part though is the irrational fear she'll get it right and something will go wrong somehow, and it'll work.]
[What little left there is of the edge of her seat, Elena scoots to it. She thinks about what she could do with this, and the tamer ideas come to mind first. But that's not what Giorno's interested in even if it would still be a proof of concept. He wants to know what's the worst she could do. That's not a question she has the answer for, and not one she ever wants to have the answer for, but she tries to think of what could benefit her right now that she could still fix if worst came to worst.]
[Something floats to mind, and her feelings remain complicated. Elena starts to open her mouth to say something, but stops. She can't just say it. She has to . . . Honestly, she doesn't know. She's never asked. It's about taking control though, right? Getting inside someone's head and making them do something you want them to do. She latches onto that thought until she thinks maybe she feels something differently, like she's pushing against something.]
You won't remember this conversation. [Keep it simple, she reminds herself. The more complicated, the more difficult it'll be to make a real effort.] You stayed late to organize a few things for tomorrow morning after the last customers left. You were alone the whole time.