Mal tugged on his gloves, quietly observing the newcomer. According to Raphael, she was impossible and quite rude. His friend would get quite passionate about things, however, so he would take what his friend said into consideration -but not take it as the basis of his interaction with Sonia Darkin.
The present he brought, as a gift to his new traveling companion, sat in his pocket. He'd already given Raphael his, a stainless steel wrist watch that was transparent and could see through into the gears of the inside, with a steampunk-skeleton style.
Mal had made it himself, as well as the gear necklace that he had prepared for Sonia. Hers was alike to the ring he'd made for himself, where he could twist the top and move the gears in the ring design, and hers was motivated by the necklace's ball chain.
Hoping she wouldn't suddenly disappear (he had the strangest feeling she was avoiding him, but that didn't make sense), Mal strode forward and stood in front of her. He patiently waited for her to acknowledge him, and when she finally reluctantly did, he did a short bow.
"I am Malcolm Thrones, your other journey companion. You may call me Mal, and also please accept this token of my and my family's gratitude for your company," Mal presented the small box to her.
She looked at it blankly, before almost delicately reaching out to grab it, as if it were a Seviper waiting to bite her. But, assuming she'd just read his mind, she would know what it was anyway, and see there was no harm in it.
Once Sonia had it in hand and had opened it, looking at the necklace inscrutably, she glanced up at him.
"You know...you're too prim and proper. Lighten up a little."
Although, for some reason, he'd gotten the sense that she hadn't meant it so disparagingly.
His lips twitched upwards slightly.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said dryly.
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