Snippet #2465130

The woman turned her head just barely to cast the gaze of one eye on him. When he held out the brooch, her eyes darted up to his face, then lingered there. The bright cyan of her eyes all but disappeared when her lids narrowed to slits. Her mouth drew into a thin, untrusting line.

Leaning back from the wall, she took a baby step in his direction, and reached out toward the brooch, but drew her hand back suddenly, still looking at his face, then down toward his weapon. Like the strike of a viper, she whipped out her hand and let her fingers clasp over the item, but did not snatch it out of his hand. She just lingered there, keeping eye contact after looking up again, and would then slowly pull it away, shuffling back. She changed glances twice, thrice, from the brooch to the man.

"... thanks, however... I don't think I quite understand why you'd do this."