[The anger softens; there's no use getting angry when it's just Giovanni here, because he isn't the one who did this, so it's replaced by something almost gentle.
But she's cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing on the floor of the ship as the Handler appears at the entrance to the cockpit. She has to bite her tongue to stop from saying anything at the way he eyes Gio.
The Bite, he says, and she wonders how badly it would hurt this asshole if she ran him through.]
Right here, sir.
[Having to defer to someone is never enjoyable for her, it's just an unfortunate side effect of the job. It doesn't stop her from picking the blade up from where she dropped it and handing it over, hilt first, hands steady.]
We're ready to leave when you are.
[She wants to just get this over with, but she can't help the slightest dig at the fact they were held up waiting for this douchebag.]
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[The anger softens; there's no use getting angry when it's just Giovanni here, because he isn't the one who did this, so it's replaced by something almost gentle.
But she's cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing on the floor of the ship as the Handler appears at the entrance to the cockpit. She has to bite her tongue to stop from saying anything at the way he eyes Gio.
The Bite, he says, and she wonders how badly it would hurt this asshole if she ran him through.]
Right here, sir.
[Having to defer to someone is never enjoyable for her, it's just an unfortunate side effect of the job. It doesn't stop her from picking the blade up from where she dropped it and handing it over, hilt first, hands steady.]
We're ready to leave when you are.
[She wants to just get this over with, but she can't help the slightest dig at the fact they were held up waiting for this douchebag.]