[ this is the face of a woman who is used to and a mite tired of men and women and vampires and hybrids who don't want to put her in harm's way, as if it's not only her choice but theirs. it's a feeling tempered by knowing he cares, and being able to relate to that protective streak. her lips purse and she lets out an exhale through her nose. (she's still determined.) ] Fine, but one of us can find a way to get a better look later. [ this is a compromising but resolved face. she lets go of his hand to walk past him, towards some end to the dome - plan b instead. ]