Rev'ya was nervous.
At least, she assumed she was nervous, it was hard to tell really. Ironic, half of her was meant to be incredibly empathetic, able to easily detect and act upon the emotions and even thoughts of others. The other half of her had one of humanity's cruelest flaws, the lack of feelings about oneself. She usually found herself perched at one of either extremes. Either extremely high, or unable to tell where her true feelings even lay. Someone she could not control what she said from the sheer joy of experiencing another culture, of meeting another being, of making a new frie