[ She makes a face at him, upper lip slightly curled with a little scrunch of her nose and eyebrows drawing a frown on her forehead. She did tell him she had said, not asked. It was a direct question because she has no concept of measuring one's words. It's not part of her DNA to beat around the bush. ]
Yeah, whatever. [ She says dismissively, arms crossing over her chest, clear disregard to what he's saying and with little energy to tell him he's wrong. She's from New York. Who has time to be polite?
When he finally looks at her, Parker tilts her head slightly. There's a bruise on her jaw, a cut on her bottom lip and dark circles under her eyes that could unfold to her feet. She looks fine. Wonderful time here up in the Station. Nobody's been misbehaving. ]
no subject
Yeah, whatever. [ She says dismissively, arms crossing over her chest, clear disregard to what he's saying and with little energy to tell him he's wrong. She's from New York. Who has time to be polite?
When he finally looks at her, Parker tilts her head slightly. There's a bruise on her jaw, a cut on her bottom lip and dark circles under her eyes that could unfold to her feet. She looks fine. Wonderful time here up in the Station. Nobody's been misbehaving. ]
A notebook will do.