[ Arms folded, there's a hawkish regard for the newer recruit as they field spinning, metal limbs, the flashing lights, the sheer randomness of the attack system. But focus breaks at the sound of Rita's voice, casting a look back over his shoulder.
His eyebrows hike up. ]
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
[ His gaze returns frontwards, even though he is far more switched on to paying attention to where she is in the room. ]
no subject
His eyebrows hike up. ]
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
[ His gaze returns frontwards, even though he is far more switched on to paying attention to where she is in the room. ]
Worked for me.