When he speaks up again— and that he would wasn't even a question, really— Faye sighs through her teeth, eyes falling shut as she tries to understand the source of the tension that she feels, something knotting in her gut, twisting there with more than mere irritation, and not quite unease. Again, he has a point. She's bleeding from half a dozen places, and while her constitution is pretty good, it's not something she should be taking for granted. They don't have an unlimited supply of IV drips to throw here and there to try to flush a girl's system out. She's supposed to be careful.
But it's just another snag, at the end of the day, one that turns her gaze back as quick as lightning as she throws her hand up in disbelief. "Dean," she reiterates, a slight growl of frustration under the name. "I know how to take care of myself. What can I do to convince you of that?" Taking a couple of deep breaths, her voice lowers for the next question, green eyes fixed directly on his.
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Date: 2011-07-18 06:15 am (UTC)But it's just another snag, at the end of the day, one that turns her gaze back as quick as lightning as she throws her hand up in disbelief. "Dean," she reiterates, a slight growl of frustration under the name. "I know how to take care of myself. What can I do to convince you of that?" Taking a couple of deep breaths, her voice lowers for the next question, green eyes fixed directly on his.
"Or is there another reason why you're afraid?"