Her mouth opens slightly, almost as though she's about to say something.
...but she doesn't.
If he hadn't just told her, she wouldn't be able to imagine anyone telling her something like that.
Much less someone like Gren, the saxophone-playing ex-soldier bounty head from Callisto who told her on their very first meeting that women weren't his style and later both saved her from from thugs and handcuffed her and left her in his apartment while he went off to...
(die)
meet Vicious.
She knows he was close to Julia, even though she knows they weren't close in the way that she's been with him the past few weeks. She knows there have been times that there was nothing she could've done to be comforting to him even if that was something she was any good at.
She knows there have been times when just his presence has been electric, even before she got temporary amnesia. He has that pull: it's magnetic, and she's lucky she's not such easy prey because she'd be missing on being wined and dined like this.
As she takes her glass in hand, she leans on the table, her chin in her hand.
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Date: 2007-10-31 02:44 am (UTC)...but she doesn't.
If he hadn't just told her, she wouldn't be able to imagine anyone telling her something like that.
Much less someone like Gren, the saxophone-playing ex-soldier bounty head from Callisto who told her on their very first meeting that women weren't his style and later both saved her from from thugs and handcuffed her and left her in his apartment while he went off to...
(die)
meet Vicious.
She knows he was close to Julia, even though she knows they weren't close in the way that she's been with him the past few weeks. She knows there have been times that there was nothing she could've done to be comforting to him even if that was something she was any good at.
She knows there have been times when just his presence has been electric, even before she got temporary amnesia. He has that pull: it's magnetic, and she's lucky she's not such easy prey because she'd be missing on being wined and dined like this.
As she takes her glass in hand, she leans on the table, her chin in her hand.
"Oh, really?"