[She notes the look, interprets it more or less correctly, then puts the information away for later. It leaves her with options - befriend Chris, or just watch him - and something to do no matter which option she chooses.]
[The question makes her roll her eyes, an excruatingly teenaged and wholly genuine response. She's not answering that. He knows it does. Instead she puts her communicator back in her pocket, her head on one side.]
Does it please you?
[To know that in her short time here she's made - okay, call them friends - who are wary enough of Garret Hobbs to tiptoe around the violence they know hides under his skin.]
no subject
[The question makes her roll her eyes, an excruatingly teenaged and wholly genuine response. She's not answering that. He knows it does. Instead she puts her communicator back in her pocket, her head on one side.]
Does it please you?
[To know that in her short time here she's made - okay, call them friends - who are wary enough of Garret Hobbs to tiptoe around the violence they know hides under his skin.]