[Lisbeth doesn't appreciate the closeness; normally she'd have baggier clothes on, layers that would hide the line of tension in her shoulders, the stiffness of her frame when he sits down beside her.
She doesn't move much, doesn't open herself up to make him feel more welcome or offer a greeting. There might as well not be anyone there, though her gaze shifts to watch him as she chews slightly at the filter on her cigarette, to read his body language and determine that he's not going to lash out.
Won't lash out too quickly for her to react, at least.
Lisbeth says nothing, doesn't want to give up the one potential weapon she has on her--so she turns toward him just enough, lighter curled into her palm as she presses down with her thumb, lets it catch. He can lean in to meet her.]
ahhh i'm glad people are excited
She doesn't move much, doesn't open herself up to make him feel more welcome or offer a greeting. There might as well not be anyone there, though her gaze shifts to watch him as she chews slightly at the filter on her cigarette, to read his body language and determine that he's not going to lash out.
Won't lash out too quickly for her to react, at least.
Lisbeth says nothing, doesn't want to give up the one potential weapon she has on her--so she turns toward him just enough, lighter curled into her palm as she presses down with her thumb, lets it catch. He can lean in to meet her.]