[Giovanni follows her, remains standing as they enter the cockpit, something poised and alert in his posture, as though he doesn't quite know how to relax. Or doesn't think he should. He only watches as she tosses the Dog Bite down, isn't going to protest, and again there's the slight tilt of his head as she makes her pronouncement, an unnecessary promise that he isn't convinced she'd be able to keep. She's just a Company pilot, how she'd go about preventing it if someone needed to use the blade on him, he doesn't know.
(But there's something else there, the memory of her small reactions that day with Rhys stirring slightly in his mind. Something a little out of the ordinary about her.)
Again, there's the brief flicker of his smile, shoulders slicing at the air in a shrug.]
Oh, I don't know. If things were to get out of hand with me, if I couldn't stop, you might change your tune.
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(But there's something else there, the memory of her small reactions that day with Rhys stirring slightly in his mind. Something a little out of the ordinary about her.)
Again, there's the brief flicker of his smile, shoulders slicing at the air in a shrug.]
Oh, I don't know. If things were to get out of hand with me, if I couldn't stop, you might change your tune.