[ When the words come out of her mouth, she wasn't sure what she was hoping to achieve with them. Now that he's parried her snappish remarks, she can safely rule out 'banter' as the intended result. It only aggravates the already present bitterness she carries in her chest like a weight. Apparently, she wanted him spiteful and offended. Not getting that reaction irks her, so she folds her arms over her chest to better her self control, turning more fully towards him.
Her weight shifts, shoulders loose. Despite all the tension and loathing that she doesn't bother to hide from her expression—and there's a lot of it—her body language carries a notion of deliberate ease. That fearless swagger that May helped her develop. ]
Good. Not patient.
[ Clipped and dry, as ever. (No. Not ever. It didn't used to be like that. But then, depending on who you ask around here, none of that really counted.) She nods her head across to the next building. ]
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Her weight shifts, shoulders loose. Despite all the tension and loathing that she doesn't bother to hide from her expression—and there's a lot of it—her body language carries a notion of deliberate ease. That fearless swagger that May helped her develop. ]
Good. Not patient.
[ Clipped and dry, as ever. (No. Not ever. It didn't used to be like that. But then, depending on who you ask around here, none of that really counted.) She nods her head across to the next building. ]
Are you gonna jump or not?