[She's not done watching him, but she's going to finish rolling back her other sleeve anyways— the scars there are fresh too, and no less gnarled. Straighten the collar, and we're good to go. The hospital shirt gets folded neatly.]
You're not wrong. But that's a hell of a reaction for somebody who didn't just spend the last month being experimented on by a bunch of spore-worshiping freaks.
[There's something a little too harried in his demeanor. She doesn't think he's going to jump her, but there's something in his eyes that tells her he might.]
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[She's not done watching him, but she's going to finish rolling back her other sleeve anyways— the scars there are fresh too, and no less gnarled. Straighten the collar, and we're good to go. The hospital shirt gets folded neatly.]
You're not wrong. But that's a hell of a reaction for somebody who didn't just spend the last month being experimented on by a bunch of spore-worshiping freaks.
[There's something a little too harried in his demeanor. She doesn't think he's going to jump her, but there's something in his eyes that tells her he might.]