[He switches modes so readily, it's something of a shock. Toko follows his exchange with the other fellow, leaned forward, lips pursed. She's relaxed the fold of her arms in favour of their usual hands clutched to chest. She still feels exposed, but now she feels more...what?
When Rex comes back, it's as if his face has been wholly rearranged. Sure, she's seen him deflated back in that shitty, festering mining town, but there's a softness to this that morphs his features.
He looks like someone palatable for a change. None of that braying and bluster. Nothing like the mockery he always insists on.
Then he puts a hand on her shoulder and she flinches up from head to toe. Her heart pounds in her ears. It's like he's a whole other person, costume and all. But he's not, is he?
(Silent above her head, the meter swells and settles on 55%.)]
I — G-g-g— it's not like I've never seen them! There's... [Piles. Mounds of them in Towa City. Some left to rot in the street, some made a mockery of. Nowhere to bury them in the concrete.] You d-don't have to patronize me, I'm just...
[Her lip wobbles. Without thinking her eyes find the corpse again, and she looks away with a sharp wince. Strangely, she doesn't fight to get free of his hand.]
It's this f-fucking set up. M-making us play detective, like it's a game...locking us in this crappy car until we find the killer... [Suddenly, there's a flash of teeth. Her sneer turns furious, and she's glowering at a spot on the floor as if she'd fancy setting it on fire.] It w-wouldn't surprise me if this conductor turned out to be another ps-ps-psycho bitch.
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When Rex comes back, it's as if his face has been wholly rearranged. Sure, she's seen him deflated back in that shitty, festering mining town, but there's a softness to this that morphs his features.
He looks like someone palatable for a change. None of that braying and bluster. Nothing like the mockery he always insists on.
Then he puts a hand on her shoulder and she flinches up from head to toe. Her heart pounds in her ears. It's like he's a whole other person, costume and all. But he's not, is he?
(Silent above her head, the meter swells and settles on 55%.)]
I — G-g-g— it's not like I've never seen them! There's... [Piles. Mounds of them in Towa City. Some left to rot in the street, some made a mockery of. Nowhere to bury them in the concrete.] You d-don't have to patronize me, I'm just...
[Her lip wobbles. Without thinking her eyes find the corpse again, and she looks away with a sharp wince. Strangely, she doesn't fight to get free of his hand.]
It's this f-fucking set up. M-making us play detective, like it's a game...locking us in this crappy car until we find the killer... [Suddenly, there's a flash of teeth. Her sneer turns furious, and she's glowering at a spot on the floor as if she'd fancy setting it on fire.] It w-wouldn't surprise me if this conductor turned out to be another ps-ps-psycho bitch.