
"In what --"
Zhavi retracted her hand from the wall and stared up at Bellveil. Her mouth hung open, her eyebrows bunched in over her nose. She took a step back, and closed her mouth. Then opened it. Then closed it, swallowed, and looked away. She put her fists on her hips, lips pressed together, and stared off down the alley for several heartbeats. "Y'know," she said, quite conversationally, "ye'd be a crackin' partner if ye weren't so blimmin' mad."
She looked back up at him, still glaring. "D'ye always leave yer partners in th'lurch, or is't jes me? Every. Single. Time. That weren't no distraction, that was a --" she shook her head, wonder overtaking the anger. "How ye've survived wi'such daft ideas, I can't even begin t'clue in on! But that ain't th'point -- now I've got a loss on record an' a 'ployer what'll be wantin' t'hear how things went. An' don't ye dare say th'fish weren't rotted enough fer ye to follow through! Yer arse is on this one same as mine. So tell me how y'plan - ta - fix - it."
She was back to jabbing at his sternum
Zhavi retracted her hand from the wall and stared up at Bellveil. Her mouth hung open, her eyebrows bunched in over her nose. She took a step back, and closed her mouth. Then opened it. Then closed it, swallowed, and looked away. She put her fists on her hips, lips pressed together, and stared off down the alley for several heartbeats. "Y'know," she said, quite conversationally, "ye'd be a crackin' partner if ye weren't so blimmin' mad."
She looked back up at him, still glaring. "D'ye always leave yer partners in th'lurch, or is't jes me? Every. Single. Time. That weren't no distraction, that was a --" she shook her head, wonder overtaking the anger. "How ye've survived wi'such daft ideas, I can't even begin t'clue in on! But that ain't th'point -- now I've got a loss on record an' a 'ployer what'll be wantin' t'hear how things went. An' don't ye dare say th'fish weren't rotted enough fer ye to follow through! Yer arse is on this one same as mine. So tell me how y'plan - ta - fix - it."
She was back to jabbing at his sternum