Choices

[Oriena]

His composure was unnatural, considering what she suspected he had just done, and he barely reacted to her uninvited presence. A fluent and eloquent reply issued from his lips, like they were discussing something purely hypothetical. There was no guilt. No remorse. His choice of words did not go unnoticed, but was pressed aside for consumption later. The rest of the rhetoric glazed. He was wrong about why she asked; she didn't care for the content of his answer, and she didn't care what he had done inside the building (or its moral integrity). He was hiding something, and that was enough to inch leverage like a blade between ribs even without his confession; a cruel game she indulged like kittens played with string. The stranger didn't seem to understand who had the upper-hand, that she was toying with him. At least until the choke hold tightened.

""And I'm sure that perfectly rational explanation will serve you well in a court of law.."


Ori sauntered into his path, cutting him off, blocking his way. Her height was nondescript, any hard leanness to her limbs concealed by the leather jacket, and yet her blockade was fearless. Of course, the light glittering beneath her skin went a little way to instilling confidence, and that was not something she had ever been short of anyway. She caught him by the wrist to inspect his hand, looking for blood, though she gave no explanation as to her action. Touch without permission was just another push to garner a reaction, an assertion of power, a dare to contradict her. The blaze of her grin suggested she was waiting for him to snap. "Second question. Why shouldn't I call the cops?"