[Her brow dips, a frustrated little noise given in exchange for words she wants to say. For all her naivety, she knows when someone doesn't want to be coddled -- doesn't want someone worrying. She saw it in Jack Morrison, and she saw it in many others. It was never something she got used to, or found herself ok with.
But she exhales in the quietest form of pouting protest.]
Fine.
[To which she picks up her omnicomm and moves back to the monitors to return to her ill begotten duties.]
no subject
But she exhales in the quietest form of pouting protest.]
Fine.
[To which she picks up her omnicomm and moves back to the monitors to return to her ill begotten duties.]