[ She'd been content to keep her acknowledgment of his presence to herself until now. Watching his approach from her periphery. The flask he pulled from his pocket that she's almost certain he hadn't gotten here. It told her at least enough about him not to be patting the handle of the knife at her side, instead, keeping her gaze on the front of the room as she watches the proceedings with her arms folded across her chest.
Until he speaks, that is.
Her head turns with slow, deliberation. Her eyebrow popped as those words spin over in her head and after a long moment that she spends scrutinizing his appearance, a dry huff of what might have been a chuckle spills past her lips. ]
Haven't had much occasion to find out. [ Not really what he was leading to, she knows, but she figures it's an answer that will distract him from what she's doing here for now. ]
no subject
Until he speaks, that is.
Her head turns with slow, deliberation. Her eyebrow popped as those words spin over in her head and after a long moment that she spends scrutinizing his appearance, a dry huff of what might have been a chuckle spills past her lips. ]
Haven't had much occasion to find out. [ Not really what he was leading to, she knows, but she figures it's an answer that will distract him from what she's doing here for now. ]