[Her expression flickers sharply at that last batch of information, however; it's quite suddenly less of the generally unsettling smiling that she tends to adopt around people - the sort that implies somebody's going to get a sharp object to the face or lungs full of neurotoxin in about point-three seconds - and much closer to simply baring teeth, a sort of darkness in her eyes.]
Descole? Should I be looking out for invitations to the wedding? Maybe I can help you pick out a dress.
[She settles back then against that bench, that unsettling smile back across her features; she crosses her legs idly at the knee, though her hand is still very firmly on that notepad.]
We have work to do here. You're not going anywhere.
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[Her expression flickers sharply at that last batch of information, however; it's quite suddenly less of the generally unsettling smiling that she tends to adopt around people - the sort that implies somebody's going to get a sharp object to the face or lungs full of neurotoxin in about point-three seconds - and much closer to simply baring teeth, a sort of darkness in her eyes.]
Descole? Should I be looking out for invitations to the wedding? Maybe I can help you pick out a dress.
[She settles back then against that bench, that unsettling smile back across her features; she crosses her legs idly at the knee, though her hand is still very firmly on that notepad.]
We have work to do here. You're not going anywhere.