[Man, that is an oddly specific thing to be mistaking someone with, so it’s not doing a whole lot to convince her she’s wrong here. Sure, a coincidence like that might be one of the least weird things she’s encountered since digging herself out of the ground here, but it all feels a little to neat. Still, for half a second she contemplates whether a change for her hair would be in order—and then just as quickly discards that idea, because like hell she’s gonna let some weirdo influence her like that.
She’s never given much of a shit about balking at people trying to make themselves seem more important or authoritative than they are, so as Silco straightens up, she simply stands her ground, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. But even if she might chafe against the tough front this guy is putting up, she’s not blind the the very obvious way the crowd is putting a lot of space between him and them as the flow of foot traffic continues around them. It’s a very real signal that they know what this guy’s about… and even if she doesn’t buy this being purely a case of mistaken identity, she can’t deny that he’s probably got a lot more going on here than that spindly appearance of his might indicate.
Which admittedly causes a little bit of unease to well up in the pit of her stomach, because it might mean she’s biting off more than she can chew here. And the thought of how she’s very distinctly lacking in backup or any sort of familiarity with this place down here gets that sneer she initially responded with to falter a little.
At least, until he has the gall to tell her to move out of the way.]
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[Man, that is an oddly specific thing to be mistaking someone with, so it’s not doing a whole lot to convince her she’s wrong here. Sure, a coincidence like that might be one of the least weird things she’s encountered since digging herself out of the ground here, but it all feels a little to neat. Still, for half a second she contemplates whether a change for her hair would be in order—and then just as quickly discards that idea, because like hell she’s gonna let some weirdo influence her like that.
She’s never given much of a shit about balking at people trying to make themselves seem more important or authoritative than they are, so as Silco straightens up, she simply stands her ground, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. But even if she might chafe against the tough front this guy is putting up, she’s not blind the the very obvious way the crowd is putting a lot of space between him and them as the flow of foot traffic continues around them. It’s a very real signal that they know what this guy’s about… and even if she doesn’t buy this being purely a case of mistaken identity, she can’t deny that he’s probably got a lot more going on here than that spindly appearance of his might indicate.
Which admittedly causes a little bit of unease to well up in the pit of her stomach, because it might mean she’s biting off more than she can chew here. And the thought of how she’s very distinctly lacking in backup or any sort of familiarity with this place down here gets that sneer she initially responded with to falter a little.
At least, until he has the gall to tell her to move out of the way.]
Fuck that. You can go around, your majesty.
[Since he seems to think so highly of himself.]