[ sorry, spoken like the apology itself was some kind of insult, and steve's brows creep up his forehead, not sure if that bump was enough to piss this woman off, or if this is just her usual disposition. if the low thrum of grief and rage he'd barely gotten a glimpse of are any indication, maybe it's the latter.
a brief glance is spared to the irritated people in line behind her, but beyond that, the mocking tone slides off him as if it never happened. ]
Nothing. [ there wasn't anything special about what the simulation did to him, only that steve didn't enjoy it the same way the rest of the festival-goers do. shoulders lift and fall in a mild shrug, and while his answer's honest, it's conservative, not giving much away. ] Just not my idea of a good time.
[ steve's had plenty enough of war already, he's not interested in actively seeking out vivid imitations of it. ]
no subject
a brief glance is spared to the irritated people in line behind her, but beyond that, the mocking tone slides off him as if it never happened. ]
Nothing. [ there wasn't anything special about what the simulation did to him, only that steve didn't enjoy it the same way the rest of the festival-goers do. shoulders lift and fall in a mild shrug, and while his answer's honest, it's conservative, not giving much away. ] Just not my idea of a good time.
[ steve's had plenty enough of war already, he's not interested in actively seeking out vivid imitations of it. ]