[The people in the background are still stock still, like waiting for the other shoe to drop after the sound. They're too scared to even risk making a sound by approaching. Aizawa doesn't let himself be scared into inaction, though, reading her cue as best he can. He lowers his hand, idly glancing at the cloth and deciding it hadn't gotten dirty enough to forsake. He tucks it back into the pocket of his drab, beige jumpsuit.]
[He makes eye contact again. In the background, enough time seems to have passed that the locals let out a silent sigh of relief. Things begin to move again. Whatever threat was in the air hadn't caught on to her coughing, although a few eye her carefully, like a bomb about to burst.]
[Aizawa just reaches over and offers her the actual glass of water. There's a slight knit to his brow, hard to read, somewhere in-between concern and irritation.]
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[He makes eye contact again. In the background, enough time seems to have passed that the locals let out a silent sigh of relief. Things begin to move again. Whatever threat was in the air hadn't caught on to her coughing, although a few eye her carefully, like a bomb about to burst.]
[Aizawa just reaches over and offers her the actual glass of water. There's a slight knit to his brow, hard to read, somewhere in-between concern and irritation.]