[She hesitates just long enough for it to be incredibly, awkwardly obvious before she wrenches her hand away, finally breaking that grip on his shoulder.]
Fine. You want to go? Fine.
[There's a good amount of ice to her words; she snaps around rather abruptly to return to that bench, sitting down and picking up that legal pad again.]
no subject
Fine. You want to go? Fine.
[There's a good amount of ice to her words; she snaps around rather abruptly to return to that bench, sitting down and picking up that legal pad again.]
Get out.
[Like she hasn't a care in the goddamn world.]