[ The point of her definition, he managed to land straight on it. Good work. She meets his look solidly, face neutral enough despite everything. Her poker face has always been good (should be after all the practice she's put into it) and right now she feels like employing it if for no other reason than she thinks letting him see that she's conflicted about this whole affair is a bad idea.
If he asked her why she needs the information, she wouldn't be able to tell him. Mostly because it's not really the information itself she needs so much as the look on his face and the shape of his body when he answers. The exact numbers she could get if she just kept reading through files.
And then he starts walking away anyways and that does it. That's the straw that turns her rather complicated emotional state just to anger and frustration, because those are easier than anything else she's feeling right now and he's walking away after she'd told him not to. She doesn't like people doing things she's told them not to. With him she particularly doesn't like it for a long list of complicated reasons.
So she does get up, and she does follow him downstairs, but she's completely silent about it until he's apparently finished talking and is turning to his work. She's still moving at that point, directly into his personal space without any regard for it as she slides between him and the workbench, angles her body to push him back. ] I'm not hearing any numbers. [ Her voice is very detached and calm, but her face is settling into something hooded and displeased. ]
sleep well
If he asked her why she needs the information, she wouldn't be able to tell him. Mostly because it's not really the information itself she needs so much as the look on his face and the shape of his body when he answers. The exact numbers she could get if she just kept reading through files.
And then he starts walking away anyways and that does it. That's the straw that turns her rather complicated emotional state just to anger and frustration, because those are easier than anything else she's feeling right now and he's walking away after she'd told him not to. She doesn't like people doing things she's told them not to. With him she particularly doesn't like it for a long list of complicated reasons.
So she does get up, and she does follow him downstairs, but she's completely silent about it until he's apparently finished talking and is turning to his work. She's still moving at that point, directly into his personal space without any regard for it as she slides between him and the workbench, angles her body to push him back. ] I'm not hearing any numbers. [ Her voice is very detached and calm, but her face is settling into something hooded and displeased. ]