Once her bare feet were on the floor, Selina casually set the curve of her back against the counter, facing him and munching on lemon iced tea-biscuits. She let a pause stretch between them, building like some playful suspense. A smirky standoff.
When in reality, she was sizing him up in more detail. He wasn't the biggest man she'd ever seen, but he was solid enough to do some damage. Built like broken concrete and wire under a shirt that looked like it'd been worn every day for years. The look screamed homeless- she knew the kind. Hell, she was the kind. Same salt and grime of the urban jungle, even if she'd come a very long way, making every kind of deal with every kind of devil on the way up.
"Maybe," she finally answered with a crooked smile. Her ankle crossed over the other foot, getting comfortable. "Guess we'll see."