In truth, the touch barely registers. The attempted shove feels like being swatted by leaves. Kimiko doesn't need to dig her heels in or adjust her centre of gravity to remain implacably standing; the cocktail of Compound V permanent fused to her atoms does that for her. Her eyebrows jump up, as if to indicate what she can't say herself. Really? That's all?
But Kimiko knows she can't shove Jyn back. She would be breaking something she doesn't want to break. She's tempted to get back into her SUV and drive away—
But first, just for good measure, she punches the hood of Jyn's truck. This time, the other woman has a front row seat to the unnatural damage Kimiko can cause. Her fist pulls back, unharmed, to reveal the imprint her knuckles left in the hard metal.
And then, a dismissive little gesture at Jyn. Fuck off, Posh Spice. ]
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In truth, the touch barely registers. The attempted shove feels like being swatted by leaves. Kimiko doesn't need to dig her heels in or adjust her centre of gravity to remain implacably standing; the cocktail of Compound V permanent fused to her atoms does that for her. Her eyebrows jump up, as if to indicate what she can't say herself. Really? That's all?
But Kimiko knows she can't shove Jyn back. She would be breaking something she doesn't want to break. She's tempted to get back into her SUV and drive away—
But first, just for good measure, she punches the hood of Jyn's truck. This time, the other woman has a front row seat to the unnatural damage Kimiko can cause. Her fist pulls back, unharmed, to reveal the imprint her knuckles left in the hard metal.
And then, a dismissive little gesture at Jyn. Fuck off, Posh Spice. ]