( she attempts to clarify and the first two replies out of her mouth are utterly — pointless. "I don't know." "things." his expression shifts, eyebrows arching in poorly (not at all) disguised doubt, as if he's not sure where to even begin, and then she tacks on a 'self-defence'. it's more helpful but still not that much.
he looks back to the definitively-over fight, where some poor sod is starting the clean-up process. towels, a bucket. something someone like me can do in a pinch, she says, and marc doesn't immediately reply because he doesn't know her. he doesn't know what she's capable of. sure, he'd helped marlene, but she'd had a base. she'd had self-defence training before they'd even met, before selima—.
it wasn't starting from scratch, and if he's not wrong—.
a sharp glance, deadpan. ) In a pinch? ( repeated. confirmation. a loose handwave and then— ) Balls or eyes.
no subject
he looks back to the definitively-over fight, where some poor sod is starting the clean-up process. towels, a bucket. something someone like me can do in a pinch, she says, and marc doesn't immediately reply because he doesn't know her. he doesn't know what she's capable of. sure, he'd helped marlene, but she'd had a base. she'd had self-defence training before they'd even met, before selima—.
it wasn't starting from scratch, and if he's not wrong—.
a sharp glance, deadpan. ) In a pinch? ( repeated. confirmation. a loose handwave and then— ) Balls or eyes.