"But--" For a minute the scientist battles with the rational side of her brain advising her not to piss off the person with the eight-to-twelve-inch knives embedded in her fists.
"I'm sorry, kid," she says, with a controlled sigh. "That's rough. I guess I should keep my nose out of your business, huh?"
Fuck, she needs a cigarette. She pats her pockets, glaring into the forest. "Which would make this a shit time to ask if you could catch one of those things, wouldn't it?"
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Date: 2014-01-05 08:42 am (UTC)"I'm sorry, kid," she says, with a controlled sigh. "That's rough. I guess I should keep my nose out of your business, huh?"
Fuck, she needs a cigarette. She pats her pockets, glaring into the forest. "Which would make this a shit time to ask if you could catch one of those things, wouldn't it?"