[ Annoyance—as with a bee sting, a mosquito bite—at Annie's carelessly tossing out the answer to Lyr's question. It goes unscratched, unacknowledged.
Rust doesn't move until it's all played out, his mind centered on Lyr's—distant, but focused, seeking a pattern in the shards of his thoughts. He lays a hand on Misato's arm. ] (Don't tell them shit until we have to.)
[ He'll back away if Misato follows suit, giving the man some space but no additional time to collect his thoughts. ] Now I'm interested. What the hell's she talking about?
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Rust doesn't move until it's all played out, his mind centered on Lyr's—distant, but focused, seeking a pattern in the shards of his thoughts. He lays a hand on Misato's arm. ] ( Don't tell them shit until we have to. )
[ He'll back away if Misato follows suit, giving the man some space but no additional time to collect his thoughts. ] Now I'm interested. What the hell's she talking about?