[ They fall in step with each other. Sharkface keeps her on his good side, just in case. There's no one living he trusts to stand in his blind spot and that's just how it is, how it has to be. Means he has to do double duty keeping an eye on Angela and the rest of the city, trying to suss out potential threats before they boil over and have to be dealt with. Old habits, but he can't die easily. Not yet, anyway. There's too much he has to do still.
He gives her a little smile. Less flashy than the grin from earlier. It doesn't pull on his scars so much. ]
Always glad to be of service.
[ He's too tired for play-flirting. They're just signing at each other, two almost-strangers who nearly tore each other apart over nothing. Reminds him of the war, a little, and how quickly enemies could become allies. ]
Maybe. Money's decent. Maybe until I earn enough to replace my gear.
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He gives her a little smile. Less flashy than the grin from earlier. It doesn't pull on his scars so much. ]
Always glad to be of service.
[ He's too tired for play-flirting. They're just signing at each other, two almost-strangers who nearly tore each other apart over nothing. Reminds him of the war, a little, and how quickly enemies could become allies. ]
Maybe. Money's decent. Maybe until I earn enough to replace my gear.