Maybe it was only because of that familiarity that Zhi's grin stayed in place. But it was a close one; she didn't like being grabbed by the throat. Not that anyone did. Unless it was -- but that was a whole other game, and not one she'd in mind. She was playing dangerous anyways by dropping in on him so suddenly, but she'd always played the odds like she had a death wish. Who knew, maybe she did.
For now, there was some small smug victory in her smile, aggression in her stance and body language.
"Fair winds, sweetin'." She let go of his shirt, reached up to pat his cheek.
Was she gloating? Oh yeah, she was gloating. There was a certain personal taunt in the way she stared up at him.
"We're huntin' t'night. Little huntin' delivery birds." She dropped her hand to the round message canister secured at her hip, kept stable by a second belt on her thigh. She was, for the first time in a long time, dressed like a runner who meant business, as opposed to her typical lackadaisical grunginess.
She still wanted a smoke like no one's business, though.
Still planned to reward herself with one, once all was done.
For now, there was some small smug victory in her smile, aggression in her stance and body language.
"Fair winds, sweetin'." She let go of his shirt, reached up to pat his cheek.
Was she gloating? Oh yeah, she was gloating. There was a certain personal taunt in the way she stared up at him.
"We're huntin' t'night. Little huntin' delivery birds." She dropped her hand to the round message canister secured at her hip, kept stable by a second belt on her thigh. She was, for the first time in a long time, dressed like a runner who meant business, as opposed to her typical lackadaisical grunginess.
She still wanted a smoke like no one's business, though.
Still planned to reward herself with one, once all was done.
