She glances briefly at the body that's sprawled in front of them both, joints bent at inhuman angles, and it's all that Faye can do to keep from choking in disgust. Nausea fights her in waves as she blinks— she's gotten this far, but only because she hasn't thought too deeply about any of it, hasn't bothered looking down at the corpses strewn. Every hunter deals with death, but Faye Valentine does so in a manner consistent with how she treats everything: she runs. It's easier to think of the Splicers as roadblocks, as hurdles to pass over, rather than people that once might have been worth saving.
With a look in Dean's direction, she finds her mind at war again, eyes brushing over his lips. It'd be easier to just lose herself in it, in him, and the part of Faye Valentine that always opts for the easier way out without regard for consequence takes a step closer to him, considering. Her breath comes and goes heavily, shoulders still pulled back with the pride that she just can't shake.
Ultimately, she thinks better of it, shaking her head as she starts walking towards the nearby bathysphere station. "I'm outta here," she says at last, before quietly shooting a look over her shoulder. "You coming?"
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Date: 2011-07-29 10:21 pm (UTC)With a look in Dean's direction, she finds her mind at war again, eyes brushing over his lips. It'd be easier to just lose herself in it, in him, and the part of Faye Valentine that always opts for the easier way out without regard for consequence takes a step closer to him, considering. Her breath comes and goes heavily, shoulders still pulled back with the pride that she just can't shake.
Ultimately, she thinks better of it, shaking her head as she starts walking towards the nearby bathysphere station. "I'm outta here," she says at last, before quietly shooting a look over her shoulder. "You coming?"