( marc only vaguely notes the shift in the way she looks at him — that is, he's aware but he doesn't consider it of any huge importance, not right now. it's clear from the way that she talks that she's been here for longer than he has, but it's also clear that she's not likely to be a physical challenge in any way.
still, her remark has his expression shifting; stark surprise, eyebrows arching before knitting together in a pinched frown. one of those guys, she says, and he wants to argue no, but there's not much chance as a smile, sharp and teasing, pulls at the corners of her lips and she continues.
"you're like him".
the frown shifts into something a little flatter, his lips thinning into a line and he looks away from her back towards the fight. the tide's shifted just enough to be noticeable, the guy marc had pegged as the winner getting — for now — the upper-hand, although marc's suddenly willing to concede that it'd depend on whether he went into the fight injured or not. that'd make a difference—. )
Sure. ( levelly, attention going back to lottie. ) Used to make my living like him.
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still, her remark has his expression shifting; stark surprise, eyebrows arching before knitting together in a pinched frown. one of those guys, she says, and he wants to argue no, but there's not much chance as a smile, sharp and teasing, pulls at the corners of her lips and she continues.
"you're like him".
the frown shifts into something a little flatter, his lips thinning into a line and he looks away from her back towards the fight. the tide's shifted just enough to be noticeable, the guy marc had pegged as the winner getting — for now — the upper-hand, although marc's suddenly willing to concede that it'd depend on whether he went into the fight injured or not. that'd make a difference—. )
Sure. ( levelly, attention going back to lottie. ) Used to make my living like him.