"iĀ toldĀ theĀ truth.Ā justĀ notĀ allĀ ofĀ it." //from redeemed Caine?
Stirring the Pot.
@divinespectacle
Initially, her foot tapped with a patient rhythm. But hearing that, she tapping it faster as her mind processed what that all meant. To her, a journalist, the truth meant a lot. She liked the truth, even when it hurt. The truth was what was deserved. And yet... despite her own efforts in life to be truthful, she also hid it plenty of times for her own gain. Granted, that gain was to uncover more truth, but still.
Her nose scrunched slightly. Did it make her hypocritical to be annoyed a little? What was she even actually annoyed about? His omission or her feeling frustrated over it? Maybe it was a mix of a lot of things. It wasn't like her to be simple.
"You're so lucky you're up there and I'm down here." Marie tilted back her head and lifted her arms, grabbing at the air. A little hop included.
With a quiet, disgruntled, sound that could only be called a 'huff'... she eased back into her usual relaxed posture. Hands shoved into her pockets as she relented, giving a nod. "Yeah, fine. I get it. I mean, not fully yet. Dunno if I'm allowed to really be upset when I sorta did this all to myself."
Brain scan, so stupid but too cool. Like, who wouldn't want to live with the infinite potential that existed here? Marie never had been upset about that. It was the whole lotta nothing burgers he served when it came to answers she sought after.
Besides, Caine never bothered her beyond that. She liked his energy, his whimsy. Creative people ruled, duh.
"I'm cool. You're cool. We're cool." She held out her hands, still in her jacket pockets, and gave a slow spin around on the heel of her shoes. "Does that mean you'll be telling all the truth, now?" Marie inquired once she faced him again, her weight shifting to one side.