She watched him rise and walk inside, lips parted but expression otherwise entirely unreadable; she felt her muscles bunch and brace, not wholly consciously, ready to stand and defend or to run, however the situation turned.
"Sergei is a very poor combatant," she said when he'd sat back down and she felt a wave of relaxation fall over her, enough to chuckle at the man's excuse. "I didn't want to tell you right then. You'd have blown your cover, especially if it's still making you mad enough to curse like that."
She'd been reading his lips. "How is his head, though?" She'd broken his hand, three fingers at least and his nose, but her finishing strike had been jabbing the point of her elbow into his temple, feeling the thin bone there fracture and nearly give way with a crack.
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Date: 2016-03-10 08:36 pm (UTC)"Sergei is a very poor combatant," she said when he'd sat back down and she felt a wave of relaxation fall over her, enough to chuckle at the man's excuse. "I didn't want to tell you right then. You'd have blown your cover, especially if it's still making you mad enough to curse like that."
She'd been reading his lips. "How is his head, though?" She'd broken his hand, three fingers at least and his nose, but her finishing strike had been jabbing the point of her elbow into his temple, feeling the thin bone there fracture and nearly give way with a crack.