It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eristic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
She held the clamps in her hand, their small weight felt. Her eyes flicked from Rylee (whom she gave a little glare to for agreeing with Elias) back to Elias, for whom there was no natural reason for him to be acting this protective about her. They didn't even know one another, and yet there was the distinct feeling that she'd get whenever she'd come in late and hope that her father was still passed out drunk on the couch. Not needing a sense of approval, but definitely the expectation of guardianship. All of this was the same from the night she'd happened upon him at his job, but all the same, she was unsure if she liked having two worrywarts in her life. Rylee was always the one to second guess her on everything, which was generally a boon; but the comment on her gun and the idea that she'd shoot first, ask questions later, while not unlikely, still irked her.
"Yeah, he is," was her first response, regarding Rylee and his injury. There was little worry that Rylee would freak - he undoubtedly would - but that she could handle. All of Rylee and his worries she could handle without issue. It was Elias being this non-entity that she could not figure out. And rather than following his instruction like some good little automaton, she took the clamps back with her to the kitchen area to open the little black box on the counter. She'd never received expensive gifts, especially not from men. Charlie had never merited such responses, and right now she was both a little giddy with the thought of a present as well as apprehensive toward what might be inside. The clamps placed on the counter, she opened the box slowly, revealing the sliver-plated nun-chucks inside.
"OK, for fuck's sake," she started, both excited and exasperated. "Are you expectin' me to get jumped or somethin'? While this is..." She pulled it out and let one handle hang by the chain, holding it up with a fist in a very improper fashion. They were intriguing, and though she had no idea how to wield them properly, she could still do quite a bit of damage just swinging them. "This is all fuckin' nice, but I'm a fuckin' ex-Marine, and all'a this? Is kinda insultin'." She was a big girl, metaphorically speaking, and had been through more than one fight. She could take care of herself! Still carrying the nun-chucks, she walked around the counter and cocked a hand on her hip, staring at Elias and waiting for an explanation.