[ with a heavy sigh (frustration at the retort? maybe. equally possible it's just the decompression of rapidly gathered tension - not a pervert, not even a particularly nosey asshole, just a guy who saw something that made him ask out loud) Laura falls out of power pose, pads over to where her clothes are dumped on the counter next to the mirror to tug her shirt on over her head.
with no sleeves to speak of, there's nothing to cover the wrap around scar at her right shoulder. and since he's not asking anymore - ]
I got dead and buried is what I got.
[ pants on next, any previous knee-jerk reaction she had to being naked in a room with a stranger apparently entirely discarded to be replaced with a general air of annoyance. ]
no subject
with no sleeves to speak of, there's nothing to cover the wrap around scar at her right shoulder. and since he's not asking anymore - ]
I got dead and buried is what I got.
[ pants on next, any previous knee-jerk reaction she had to being naked in a room with a stranger apparently entirely discarded to be replaced with a general air of annoyance. ]