"You worried?" Fallon looked back, "Scared you stepped on the wrong toes and that they'll come for you next. That you won't wake up in the morning? That the last thing you'll feel is the cold steel in your gut and the numbing chill upon your fingers?" She asked bluntly, words sharp and firm. She withdrew the look, and continued with her work. It was best to let the man make his own conclusions and choices upon her words. Besides, she did not have to answer him - he was not the one who hired her for her skills, nor was he being particularly helpful in her investigations. Thus far, he had proven more successful as an inconvenience, an individual that looked only to distract her and attempt to draw attention onto himself.
She had paused in her pacing for a moment, still drawing together a mental map, she found herself slowly finishing off the sketch and finding nothing immediately more she could gather from the area. She almost begun to set herself to pace away before he spoke up again. It was enough, to make her stop for a moment. How odd it was that suddenly he could convince himself that he wanted to share information. Her face fell into neutrality, her gaze looking him up and down, before at last narrowing down. Bemused she raised a curious brow, listening to his demands and wondering what his game was.
Yes, demands, he wanted to know things - name, about, her reasoning. All of which was none of his business to begin with. He truly was just trying to distract her, and she had no time for distractions. Shaking her head she let the bored expression sit there, letting him take a long hard look at her present mindset, "I am the Red Wolf. And you, stranger, are a waste of my time. Chirping like some shocked parrot. Squawking your thoughtless words simply because you have heard them before. A repeater, a regurgitation of nothing."
Fallon turned and begun to move again, slipping her book away into safety, her other writing implements deep into her pocket. There was no look back, but she was listening -waiting for the voice, the quick exclamation or hurried feet behind her, a sign of attack or a rapidly approaching danger. Her hand rested upon the hilt of the tulwar, the gentlest clicks as she brought the start of it out that precious inch. He had been difficult before, and now was trying to be convenient. Suspicion smelled and she would not be surprised if his next move was one of an attack, "I am done here. I have my evidence."
She had paused in her pacing for a moment, still drawing together a mental map, she found herself slowly finishing off the sketch and finding nothing immediately more she could gather from the area. She almost begun to set herself to pace away before he spoke up again. It was enough, to make her stop for a moment. How odd it was that suddenly he could convince himself that he wanted to share information. Her face fell into neutrality, her gaze looking him up and down, before at last narrowing down. Bemused she raised a curious brow, listening to his demands and wondering what his game was.
Yes, demands, he wanted to know things - name, about, her reasoning. All of which was none of his business to begin with. He truly was just trying to distract her, and she had no time for distractions. Shaking her head she let the bored expression sit there, letting him take a long hard look at her present mindset, "I am the Red Wolf. And you, stranger, are a waste of my time. Chirping like some shocked parrot. Squawking your thoughtless words simply because you have heard them before. A repeater, a regurgitation of nothing."
Fallon turned and begun to move again, slipping her book away into safety, her other writing implements deep into her pocket. There was no look back, but she was listening -waiting for the voice, the quick exclamation or hurried feet behind her, a sign of attack or a rapidly approaching danger. Her hand rested upon the hilt of the tulwar, the gentlest clicks as she brought the start of it out that precious inch. He had been difficult before, and now was trying to be convenient. Suspicion smelled and she would not be surprised if his next move was one of an attack, "I am done here. I have my evidence."
