“ are you still here ? ” @wraakraai has the nerve to ask her, his tone clippy and with that same pesky aura of condescension she so loathes to hear. it stops her mid - chew just as it halted him mid - hairbrained scheme, the once sweet chocolate turning sour on her tongue, that inej had already had to bribe her with to sit still long enough for him to announce his grand plans. the chatter of the club and shouts of losing patrons is music to their staring contest, nina blinking at kaz incredulously as her finger lifts --- whether to shush him or to say just one moment she decides she won't vocally clarify, instead choosing to swallow with a pointed, tense smile in his direction. “ i did decide to stop listening when you mentioned lowering me into a thirty - foot, damp pit, actually. i was wondering if you would notice ! ”
