That's surprise, coloring the visor - they assume, in any case, as that might be the only reason Rinzler has not divested the prying woman of one or more of her limbs. Perhaps they've less reason to be surprised, particularly as yet more of her party elect to join her, to gawk at the unconventional pair.
It's too many pressing eyes, too many gazes locked atop them. At some point, the Knife has stopped being sheathed and dormant, dropping warily, waiting, for a moment in which it is needed.
She's always had a thing for shiny objects.
Their smile is ruthless, then, a cold flash of teeth, the burn of their eyes more reminiscent of hot coals.
"People are not objects." They advance, a step forward that might be construed as more threatening if they were not something close to half the height of the man addressing them. "And I would suggest that you apologize for assuming as such."
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It's too many pressing eyes, too many gazes locked atop them. At some point, the Knife has stopped being sheathed and dormant, dropping warily, waiting, for a moment in which it is needed.
She's always had a thing for shiny objects.
Their smile is ruthless, then, a cold flash of teeth, the burn of their eyes more reminiscent of hot coals.
"People are not objects." They advance, a step forward that might be construed as more threatening if they were not something close to half the height of the man addressing them. "And I would suggest that you apologize for assuming as such."