( The off-hand remark earns a breath that isn't quite a laugh, but it's meant to carry the sentiment of one. Nothing about this is funny, but good on her for keeping her shit together enough to crack wise. Especially in the face of watching a man die.
Frank can read people. His old CO used to say it spooked the shit out of him, the way Frank could look into a person and see so much about them. This girl... he can tell she's unsettled, but not quite unsettled enough. She's seen some shit, that much is obvious. Been in some shit, clearly, because those moves were practiced. But she's not a soldier. Not quite desensitized to death the way someone gets when they've been to war. Means she's some kind of intimate operator, special assignment, possibly espionage, something like that. The suit sure lends itself to the theme.
His eyes flicker from her to the crumpled body of that man she punched, then back again.)
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Frank can read people. His old CO used to say it spooked the shit out of him, the way Frank could look into a person and see so much about them. This girl... he can tell she's unsettled, but not quite unsettled enough. She's seen some shit, that much is obvious. Been in some shit, clearly, because those moves were practiced. But she's not a soldier. Not quite desensitized to death the way someone gets when they've been to war. Means she's some kind of intimate operator, special assignment, possibly espionage, something like that. The suit sure lends itself to the theme.
His eyes flicker from her to the crumpled body of that man she punched, then back again.)
That thing you did... that sure was somethin'.
( Not asking. Just saying. )