[To Vennett, the eyerolling was little more than a fluttering of eyelids, but the tone conveyed what biology fell short on. While she talks his face is taunt mask of anger, but when she hits the taunt about the thousands slaughtered, it smooths out into cold, simple hatred.]
Fuck. You.
[He looks past her, as much as her stance allows to the other hijackers. Neither tone nor expression lightens.]
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Fuck. You.
[He looks past her, as much as her stance allows to the other hijackers. Neither tone nor expression lightens.]
What do you want?