Snippet #2633114

Iris reached out for the lighter on the table he had pointed out, every tendon in her arm screaming with pain. She did her best to mantain a calm, uninterested demeanour, though she was quite certain the corner of her lips must have twitched at least once. When her fingers closed around the lighter, the shaking echoed softly as they lightly hit the wooden, flat surface. Tightening her grip, she withdrew and took a moment to still herself.
'I sense some annoyance. Trouble in paradise?' Robert. She had not known that. Only his last name. Iris' thumb flicked the lighter cap open and she spun the metallic wheel. The first two tries only rewarded her with sparks. The third, she managed to hold the flame long enough for her to light her cigarette, though her shaking steadily worsened. Not enough to be noticed right away, if one wasn't looking.
And yet she knew he was looking.
She firmly placed the lighter on the table and used the latter as a means of support to slowly stand up. Her knees almost buckled beneath her. Bastard. You have any idea how hard it is to jump from roof to roof with a wounded leg? Of course you do. And you mean to tell me you're not sadistic.
'The only reason,' she began, her back against the wall for added stability, 'my head is not adorned with a bullet hole is because you mean to interrogate me first, find out what I know and if I can be of any use. So don't play baby Jesus with me. It's really not a good look for you.'