[His telling her not to play with the lock creates a beacon over toward the lock that she otherwise might not have paid attention to. Her hand goes to rest over it, just to satisfy the urge to not be told what to do. She gives herself credit for not playing with it though, and thinks he really should too.]
What do you eat for breakfast? Whiskey and cigars?
[Not that you eat cigarettes, but she's just making a point here. That he shouldn't make fun of her choices in food. That's just rude, Logan.
She doesn't want to be too much of a little shit though, knowing that his patience is probably thin thanks to the fact he's still recovering. So she slumps back in her seat and crosses her arms over her chest, doing a good job of looking like she's sulking.]
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What do you eat for breakfast? Whiskey and cigars?
[Not that you eat cigarettes, but she's just making a point here. That he shouldn't make fun of her choices in food. That's just rude, Logan.
She doesn't want to be too much of a little shit though, knowing that his patience is probably thin thanks to the fact he's still recovering. So she slumps back in her seat and crosses her arms over her chest, doing a good job of looking like she's sulking.]