Marcie looked around the hall, taking it all in, and trying to ignore the fact that this boy was staring at her. She was anxious about confronting Ares, and the closer she got, the more her insides knotted up. On the outside she remained smooth as glass, a slight resting bitch face covering everything up.
Still, he was staring at her, and she glanced sideways at him, frowning, hoping that once he was caught staring, he would stop it.
Tragos held her stare for a moment, a challenge in his eyes: yeah I’m looking at you, what’re you going to do about it? before reminding himself no, concentrate on the fight, and only the fight. He rolled his eyes away, as if bored, and chose another random spot on the wall to look at instead.