"Fewer mistakes. Fewer wi' knowin' o' what it is I'm about on yer coin."
Funny thing, that. Funnier words. It was one big joke, with her standing there stinking like sweat, and old blood, and the worst fish guts the ocean had belched up. With her looking like trash, all grimy, scarred and scrawny.
It was a joke. She laughed at it, a cackle of noise that filled up the room.
She looked up at him then, expression lazy and satisfied. Her knees had bent ever so slightly; she was ready to push away from the wall, away from him. It was unconscious, as was the way she straightened, -- steel entering her spine. He had challenged her pride.
Funny thing, that. Funnier words. It was one big joke, with her standing there stinking like sweat, and old blood, and the worst fish guts the ocean had belched up. With her looking like trash, all grimy, scarred and scrawny.
It was a joke. She laughed at it, a cackle of noise that filled up the room.
She looked up at him then, expression lazy and satisfied. Her knees had bent ever so slightly; she was ready to push away from the wall, away from him. It was unconscious, as was the way she straightened, -- steel entering her spine. He had challenged her pride.
