Re: Marta / Seven
[She should have kept shouting. Shouting she knew how to do, to push and push into something angry and a little awful. She doesn't know how to be this other person that she suddenly is, and that was part of what she had told herself to get away from. But there really is that part of her that worried, that cares, that doesn't want to see him ride off and crash his fucking bike into something because he was too damn tired to actually ride it after being stuck in fucking Gotham for days.
There's no tip up at the end of his words, nothing to indicate that it's a question, that there's an option there for her to say no. It leaves her that outlet to refuse flat out, to say something angry about being ordered around.
But of course she doesn't say no. Of fucking course. Bag hitched higher on her shoulder, she crosses the space, stopping just far enough away to be on the edge of arm's reach from him, not too close. And then she doesn't say anything, probably for too long.] I'm glad nothing stupid happened to you in Gotham.