[ She does not waver. She has learned to control herself long before being taken by Station 72 and all of its symbiotes. Hushing emotions has never been a struggle for her. Hushing something that prods her innermost thoughts, however, is a different conversation.
But it is easy for her to keep absolute control over her body language. She could sneer. She could twitch her lips in an unpleasant manner. Tense her shoulders or curl her fingers into the palm of her hand. She does no such thing, instead keeping the poised posture, hands clasped, not one twitch in sight, smile unwavering. She moves her face delicately to the side, to the line of vehicles standing there. Then, back again to Cathaway. ]
Perhaps I should attempt to become-- [ A pause, too, mirror of Cathaway's carefully chosen word. ] Noisier. [ No. She will not. The smile says she will be obedient though. Every inch of her, a practiced lie. ]
no subject
But it is easy for her to keep absolute control over her body language. She could sneer. She could twitch her lips in an unpleasant manner. Tense her shoulders or curl her fingers into the palm of her hand. She does no such thing, instead keeping the poised posture, hands clasped, not one twitch in sight, smile unwavering. She moves her face delicately to the side, to the line of vehicles standing there. Then, back again to Cathaway. ]
Perhaps I should attempt to become-- [ A pause, too, mirror of Cathaway's carefully chosen word. ] Noisier. [ No. She will not. The smile says she will be obedient though. Every inch of her, a practiced lie. ]