[ Maine keeps glaring at the busybody until the man is out of sight, almost as though daring him to try and come back. It's been a while since Maine has picked someone up and thrown them; it might be fun to see how far he could chuck the rude fucker. But the man doesn't come back, and Maine looks down when the scarred stranger speaks.
It's not someone he knows. Not someone who looks even vaguely familiar, the way many other Displaced do after seeing them around the safehouse. Total stranger, then. Not that it matters much to Maine. As far as he's concerned, no one deserves to be hassled over an old injury like that. ]
People are assholes.
[ Said with another brief look in the direction the man ran off. Still no sign of him coming back. Satisfied, Maine turns his full attention to the stranger. ]
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It's not someone he knows. Not someone who looks even vaguely familiar, the way many other Displaced do after seeing them around the safehouse. Total stranger, then. Not that it matters much to Maine. As far as he's concerned, no one deserves to be hassled over an old injury like that. ]
People are assholes.
[ Said with another brief look in the direction the man ran off. Still no sign of him coming back. Satisfied, Maine turns his full attention to the stranger. ]
You good?