Re: Live and Breathe: Derek / Marta
"Put it on," she said in that same lilt of question and phrase that made things unclear. "Little points in your nose, breathe deep," she added in the event that Martha didn't know how to wear it. "We do have a few that are scented -- lightly. Someone tried to sell me Irish air once, and while I do believe that would be a superior product its hard to certify." The girl across from her was looking moderately less panicked, but there was still something in her eyes, a little wide, a little deer in headlights and she wanted to be a moose.
Perhaps that was it. That would certainly explain that abysmal lie that Marta tried to tell and left her smiling. "You are an awful liar," she said, but her smile was still gentle. "I, myself, am a ghastly liar. It requires a --" she lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers in the air as if the word would weave through them. "Desire to deceive?" That was perhaps the most accurate. "I lack that. I think you want something, but not to deceive." She tilted her head and shrugged against her own idle musing. If Marta did not want to tell her, she wasn't going to rip it off the girl's tongue.
She leaned back, arms loose and forearms crossed over her lap. There were easier things to discuss and ones that were just as important. Derek glanced over her again. Different people thought different things about this job, that they needed to look a certain way, or not a certain way. "How do you feel about fashion?"