Somehow she hadn't expected him to speak. She is not startled by it, but it draws a sidelong glance from her, the barest swivel of her head on its axis. Regarding him in her periphery, she lets the din of rain beating down upon the world fill the moments that would otherwise belong to silence.
"Then we will have to wait," she finally says. It is all they can do, to wait and prepare no matter how ready they might have been were it not for this delay. Still, it feels redundant to say so. Of course they will wait. Of course they will prepare. Perhaps she's simply letting her mistrust of Flint choose her tone, regardless of the words.
Her mistrust stymies conversation, while her curiosity keeps her in proximity. Eventually she will have to decipher him with more than scrutinizing glances.
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"Then we will have to wait," she finally says. It is all they can do, to wait and prepare no matter how ready they might have been were it not for this delay. Still, it feels redundant to say so. Of course they will wait. Of course they will prepare. Perhaps she's simply letting her mistrust of Flint choose her tone, regardless of the words.
Her mistrust stymies conversation, while her curiosity keeps her in proximity. Eventually she will have to decipher him with more than scrutinizing glances.