[ Sharkface thins his mouth, not quite a smile. He's not so good at smiling these days. It looks wrong. Puts people on edge even when he doesn't mean to do so. This shit was a hell of a lot easier in armor, when he could know exactly what people saw and how they'd read it. He's flying more or less blind now, relying on his own words and body language to ensure it doesn't go wrong. Thus far it hasn't, but he knows damn well that won't last. He doesn't belong here. Sooner or later, people are going to realize that. ]
You got the look.
[ If he were going to be sharp about it, or trying to provoke a fight, he might have commented on what a fancy arm that was for a private. Maybe implied he was the sort of person who actually cared about rank just to see what the other man would do next. Sharkface just rolls his shoulders, casual as you please. He's wearing borrowed clothes and hates them for not being his armor. But he'll hold still. He won't fidget, he won't pace. He'll hold still and see this thing through. There's still a job to do. ]
And I never knew any privates who got paid well. Glad to see the streak hasn't ended.
[ He wants to ask about the arm, but doesn't. It doesn't help to push at something like that when you're trying to make friends. ]
no subject
[ Sharkface thins his mouth, not quite a smile. He's not so good at smiling these days. It looks wrong. Puts people on edge even when he doesn't mean to do so. This shit was a hell of a lot easier in armor, when he could know exactly what people saw and how they'd read it. He's flying more or less blind now, relying on his own words and body language to ensure it doesn't go wrong. Thus far it hasn't, but he knows damn well that won't last. He doesn't belong here. Sooner or later, people are going to realize that. ]
You got the look.
[ If he were going to be sharp about it, or trying to provoke a fight, he might have commented on what a fancy arm that was for a private. Maybe implied he was the sort of person who actually cared about rank just to see what the other man would do next. Sharkface just rolls his shoulders, casual as you please. He's wearing borrowed clothes and hates them for not being his armor. But he'll hold still. He won't fidget, he won't pace. He'll hold still and see this thing through. There's still a job to do. ]
And I never knew any privates who got paid well. Glad to see the streak hasn't ended.
[ He wants to ask about the arm, but doesn't. It doesn't help to push at something like that when you're trying to make friends. ]