A sound that isn't quite a whimper but isn't quite a growl spills from her mouth as she attempts, in vain, to wriggle her wrist out of his grip, and squirms beneath the superior weight of his body, honed by the balance between life and death. As precarious as it is.
(she knows that much)
She doesn't know what he thinks, doesn't care as long as he never thinks to dispose of her for whatever he thinks--
"If you keep manhandling me you'll never find out. The importance of my task doesn't involve you, so there's no reason to inform you and blow both our covers with your sloppy tactician."
Gaby proclaims this with bared teeth and more confidence than she feels. It's a good thing her other foot is free, which she uses to stamp on his knee where she is.
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30/9/15 04:27 (UTC)(she knows that much)
She doesn't know what he thinks, doesn't care as long as he never thinks to dispose of her for whatever he thinks--
"If you keep manhandling me you'll never find out. The importance of my task doesn't involve you, so there's no reason to inform you and blow both our covers with your sloppy tactician."
Gaby proclaims this with bared teeth and more confidence than she feels. It's a good thing her other foot is free, which she uses to stamp on his knee where she is.