Dandy isn't off the mark at all for assuming her hands are dirty. She had tried cleaning herself off after stripping off the outermost layer of gear, rubbing away what she could of the mess in her hair onto her space suit, but her hands still reek with the tang of bile. Unpleasant, but she's definitely smelled worse.
What does get her expression to scrunch slightly is his response. He gives his retort with the same hot-headed gust a child would. The hand she uses to clutch her shrapnel comes down on her hip, which cocks out slightly.
"'Bout as far as you're getting, probably." Is Jane's reply, spoken flat as can be. Running alone is kind of her M.O.; it's been a long time since it scared her. If anything, that's when she feels the most capable. You're not anyone's problem then, and no one is yours.
"Look, I'm about as thrilled as you are t--" She cuts herself off at the sound of staccato rattling suddenly coming from the ventilation shaft arching above them, eyes trained to spot any accompanying movement. Her lips twist into a frown. That's too many footfalls to belong to just one animal.
Her eyes shoot to Dandy again, a hand raised to urge him to be quiet.
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What does get her expression to scrunch slightly is his response. He gives his retort with the same hot-headed gust a child would. The hand she uses to clutch her shrapnel comes down on her hip, which cocks out slightly.
"'Bout as far as you're getting, probably." Is Jane's reply, spoken flat as can be. Running alone is kind of her M.O.; it's been a long time since it scared her. If anything, that's when she feels the most capable. You're not anyone's problem then, and no one is yours.
"Look, I'm about as thrilled as you are t--" She cuts herself off at the sound of staccato rattling suddenly coming from the ventilation shaft arching above them, eyes trained to spot any accompanying movement. Her lips twist into a frown. That's too many footfalls to belong to just one animal.
Her eyes shoot to Dandy again, a hand raised to urge him to be quiet.