[ Her chin tips up at his refusal to take her bait and run with it, but it won't be the first time, won't be the last. She's done this before, gotten angry, demanded if they expect her to be grateful for what they've done to her, and the answer has always been no. Gratitude is never the expectation.
Because she chose it. This. The truth.
She takes a sip of liquor, and it's not bad enough to make her sneer. ]
You were a pilot before?
[ This, after her gaze has creeped over where his plugs may be visible at his arms. Hers are, a knit cardigan gathered at the elbows and draping at her shoulders, regal. ]
no subject
Because she chose it. This. The truth.
She takes a sip of liquor, and it's not bad enough to make her sneer. ]
You were a pilot before?
[ This, after her gaze has creeped over where his plugs may be visible at his arms. Hers are, a knit cardigan gathered at the elbows and draping at her shoulders, regal. ]