[ Her eyes follow Jemma's every movement. She's made no move to let go of the knife, even if she trusted her fangs and strength more than a hunk of metal. Still, it somehow felt good to have it in her hand, a backup plan she never thought she'd need. ]
Fine.
[ The word's curt, sharp. But before she can say more that'd probably make her seem like a complete bitch, the room must seem satisfied, because the lock on the door releases. Her head snaps in that direction, then back to Jemma. ]
Don't touch me again.
[ Without waiting for a reply, she blurs out of the room, leaving the door swinging in her wake, taking any explanations for her actions with her. ]
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Fine.
[ The word's curt, sharp. But before she can say more that'd probably make her seem like a complete bitch, the room must seem satisfied, because the lock on the door releases. Her head snaps in that direction, then back to Jemma. ]
Don't touch me again.
[ Without waiting for a reply, she blurs out of the room, leaving the door swinging in her wake, taking any explanations for her actions with her. ]