Re: Promenade [elevator now]
"Isn't it just," she said more quickly than she'd intended. She was feeling the tug of frustration, and whatever it was that was making her this was also making her remember and feel everything she'd left at the door all over again. So the quick remark, not guarded, not well thought over, she chuckled slightly to herself, her red lips tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looked down at the floor.
Of course she was a complication. "To each their own I suppose, I can't say that I've got an angry husband," she smirked though really it just meant she was alone now.
"Or a loaded pistol." It was a ruger no bigger than her hand after all. A single shot pistol that she pulled from the holster and emptied the single round into the palm of her hand, holding it in her finger tips - gold metal against red fingernails, she looked at it for a moment and put her gun back, she didn't know what she intended to do with it. She didn't feel naked or as vulnerable as she thought she might. She didn't even know what it was that she was trying to prove to herself by the gesture - for a moment her elevator companion was forgotten while she considered the small, but deadly, piece of metal held between thumb and forefinger, her coat falling open again without her to hug back into place.
She turned it around in her fingers, smooth soft skin to smooth cold metal she considered his comment for a moment. She wondered where it was coming from, why he was bothering to attempt reassuring himself, or asking her to do it for him. Maybe he genuinely thought she'd shoot him and was trying to placate her. She'd gotten used to being placated. It was why she wanted to be this woman in red. "I could try to reassure you," she answered back. Neither agreeing or disagreeing. "I'm not looking for complications either," she said her blue eyes staring up at him. "There are enough of those outside of," she paused. "Here."