[Cecelia very slowly lowers the book in her hands down to peer sidelong toward the door.]
...Why.
[even with one syllable, she sets her tone very blatantly. she is wary, suspicious, and more than a little disgruntled. not out of being busy, of course -- unless reading about girls who discover they're galactic princesses and in love with alien bounty hunters who are also maybe half-dog or whatever is considered busywork.
no, she's...still not wholly thrilled about interacting directly. not after that snuff film! and now the tizzy he's got himself in building things. it's like waiting for another godsdamned shoe to drop. what is it going to be this time? nailing his hand to the floor? electric shock? gonna take three steps backward, tumble down the stairs, then break his neck?
one can only wait for the worst with bated breath.]
no subject
...Why.
[even with one syllable, she sets her tone very blatantly. she is wary, suspicious, and more than a little disgruntled. not out of being busy, of course -- unless reading about girls who discover they're galactic princesses and in love with alien bounty hunters who are also maybe half-dog or whatever is considered busywork.
no, she's...still not wholly thrilled about interacting directly. not after that snuff film! and now the tizzy he's got himself in building things. it's like waiting for another godsdamned shoe to drop. what is it going to be this time? nailing his hand to the floor? electric shock? gonna take three steps backward, tumble down the stairs, then break his neck?
one can only wait for the worst with bated breath.]