[She'd noticed him when she settled in, took in the prosthetic hand without comment. Lisbeth doesn't trust easily and trusts even less easily here, where she's out of her element and anyone could be a potential threat. Kidnapping doesn't sit well with her.
Her gaze doesn't move for a moment; it's like she hasn't heard him, still focused on the swipe of the data pad and each drag on her cigarette until finally she shifts, inclining her chin to look in his direction, jaw working before she speaks.]
For what? [It's clipped, gaze holding his. Minimal words, but he might notice that her accent is Swedish.]
no subject
Her gaze doesn't move for a moment; it's like she hasn't heard him, still focused on the swipe of the data pad and each drag on her cigarette until finally she shifts, inclining her chin to look in his direction, jaw working before she speaks.]
For what? [It's clipped, gaze holding his. Minimal words, but he might notice that her accent is Swedish.]