Having Dean fall silent might be more unnerving than anything else. She gets, after all, what it's like to feel angry over someone being willfully reckless. And while that isn't what's happened here, because Faye hasn't come down to Rapture anticipating a brush with death, she can still understand how it looks from his end. It's not behavior that she'll tolerate from him in the long-term, but the empathy still licks there like a lazy flame, and to see all of that die out leaves an unease that curls around her like so much smoke.
Nerves still thrumming to the tips of her fingers and hand tingling in the wake of the slap, none of Faye's resolve has evaporated, even as she carefully lowers the volume of her voice. "Good. Now, unless you've got something else to say." She hefts up her Glock and rests it on her shoulder. "I need to find more ammo."
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Date: 2011-07-17 06:38 am (UTC)Nerves still thrumming to the tips of her fingers and hand tingling in the wake of the slap, none of Faye's resolve has evaporated, even as she carefully lowers the volume of her voice. "Good. Now, unless you've got something else to say." She hefts up her Glock and rests it on her shoulder. "I need to find more ammo."