NEWT GEISZLER: DID YOU JUST WINCE? WHERE ARE YOU HURT? it was such a small thing. a squint of her eyes and a curl of lip. nothing big enough for anyone to notice. except newt, who seemed to notice more about her than most of the men she worked with. it was nice, sometimes, to know at least one person saw beneath the facade of her stiff upper lip and the act of jack's good little soldier. though at this moment, she would have preferred to keep her injuries to herself. 's'nothin',' clarice tries, rolling her left shoulder a few times, feeling the tight pull of the muscles there, the ache that settles into the joint. when eyes move toward newt, clarice knows her usual deflection tactis weren't going to work with him. they never did. 'one've th'guys in combat training was a little rough with me today, that's all,' she can't complain. if she wanted to be in this line of work, she needed to be able to hold her own with those that were bigger than her. a smirk touchs her lips as she rubs at her shoulder. 'still put him on his ass, even with a hurt shoulder,' @bravegroupie.
