[ This is exactly what she needed after a day of exhausting herself with blocking people out - one more obstacle. Strangle out ties, sever links, a process she is yet to be familiar with, doesn't quite know how to do it yet - a far cry from mind reading but with some similar grounds to stand on. She has never been a quitter, anyway, so she keeps trying.
Parker is not one blessed with the gift of patience, however, so when Lexa says she isn't there to pick a fight but then does not move, Parker crosses her arms tightly over her chest, jaw set, unkind expression in her eyes. A pulse through them, of irritation, because she is still trying to understand how you can shut it out, reel it back in. Only a moment of it before she manages to take hold of it.
Her eyes lose focus on her quickly enough, looking behind her, rudely uninterested on what she has to say, on the knowledge she has to offer. She wants nothing of it. Will not listen - she has never been much of a crowd-person, unluckily for Lexa. Parker has never been a fan of speeches. She can see under the voice and words that the way she speaks has some command to it, but given her track record, as in joining a rebellion and ending up becoming the leader of the Resistance, it's easy to guess she isn't big on listening, especially to figures of authority.
She brings her eyes back to meet Lexa's, under a light frown, expression neutral. But there is an explosion of indignation under her skin. Almost offended, but not quite. Angry, but then again, she always is. ]
You shouldn't talk about what you don't know. [ A pause. Jaw set. ] You might end up sounding like an idiot.
[ And that's that, apparently. Parker untangles her arms and since Lexa isn't moving, she is going to do it for her. Pushes past her, short space between them, but enough to squeeze through. Shoulder set hard to be the one pushing back against Lexa's when she passes by, ungentle, too hard.
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Parker is not one blessed with the gift of patience, however, so when Lexa says she isn't there to pick a fight but then does not move, Parker crosses her arms tightly over her chest, jaw set, unkind expression in her eyes. A pulse through them, of irritation, because she is still trying to understand how you can shut it out, reel it back in. Only a moment of it before she manages to take hold of it.
Her eyes lose focus on her quickly enough, looking behind her, rudely uninterested on what she has to say, on the knowledge she has to offer. She wants nothing of it. Will not listen - she has never been much of a crowd-person, unluckily for Lexa. Parker has never been a fan of speeches. She can see under the voice and words that the way she speaks has some command to it, but given her track record, as in joining a rebellion and ending up becoming the leader of the Resistance, it's easy to guess she isn't big on listening, especially to figures of authority.
She brings her eyes back to meet Lexa's, under a light frown, expression neutral. But there is an explosion of indignation under her skin. Almost offended, but not quite. Angry, but then again, she always is. ]
You shouldn't talk about what you don't know. [ A pause. Jaw set. ] You might end up sounding like an idiot.
[ And that's that, apparently. Parker untangles her arms and since Lexa isn't moving, she is going to do it for her. Pushes past her, short space between them, but enough to squeeze through. Shoulder set hard to be the one pushing back against Lexa's when she passes by, ungentle, too hard.
Like saying, "here's your next move". ]