[ There's truly something to be said about Ange's ability to keep a pokerface. Because even in the face of this - of Ragna trying to force out those words so awkwardly that it almost leads right into something comical she manages to keep a completely straight face. Just staring. Slowly blinking. Not even a hint of a smile.

(Maybe it also helps that Ange, not exactly the most social person in the world, actually gets why this is a struggle for him. Kind of relatable, honestly.) ]

Sure.

[ There was the slight temptation to make a dry joke here, something like 'it sounds like you're asking me out,' but Ange is being tactful for once.

Even if a very direct, blunt agreement is tactful by Ange standards. ]

Don't worry, I won't harass you into slapping the 'f-word' onto it right after a first conversation unlike some outgoing types. [ Friend.

The f-word she means is friend.

They're both awful at this. ]

This is just about survival in a place like this.