[This all seems rather simple. What could possibly be the catch? She doesn’t bother disguising the questioning expression seeping its way into her features. In the end, she supposes if he’s certain, that may be the only thing that matters. If something goes wrong, it is definitely not her fault.
Well. It’s probably not her fault.
So as she lifts the camera, she’s peering through her end to find him opposite of it. Just. A. Picture. Easy.
With a careful adjustment of her hands, and a note to not include any of her fingers in the frame, she gently presses down on the button, which gives way with a soft click and then she lowers the camera, so she can eye Trahearne normally.]
no subject
Well. It’s probably not her fault.
So as she lifts the camera, she’s peering through her end to find him opposite of it. Just. A. Picture. Easy.
With a careful adjustment of her hands, and a note to not include any of her fingers in the frame, she gently presses down on the button, which gives way with a soft click and then she lowers the camera, so she can eye Trahearne normally.]
Really, that’s it?