His grin broadens at the laugh, and for a moment he's caught by how young she seems. It's a strange impression to be getting. Physically she hasn't changed. But it's in the way she speaks, the way she carries herself, an edge of uncertainty he's never seen in her before. If he was anyone other than him it might inspire a protective urge. But he's not, and in any case, he's entirely aware that she could still kill him with her bare hands. "Oh yeah," he says, amusement gleaming in his eyes, "We really went for the five-star treatment. They even laid on the spiders."
He can't help but look pleased at her reaction to the arc reactor. He also can't help but wonder if she'd always had some level of respect for this if nothing else, somewhere beneath the personal distaste. "Yeah, in a cave," he confirms with a nod, "Had to cannibalize a few missiles to do it." It was...a challenge, to say the least. Even leaving aside the less than favorable circumstances - whoever said the prospect of hanging concentrates the mind obviously wasn't speaking from first-hand experience - the equipment left a lot be be desired. Seriously, oxy-acetylene torches. Who the hell still welds with those?
His breath catches ever so slightly at the movement of her hand, his fingers flexing where they're still pressed against her skin, and he gives a soft, strange little smile. "All the time."
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Date: 2012-06-17 01:09 am (UTC)He can't help but look pleased at her reaction to the arc reactor. He also can't help but wonder if she'd always had some level of respect for this if nothing else, somewhere beneath the personal distaste. "Yeah, in a cave," he confirms with a nod, "Had to cannibalize a few missiles to do it." It was...a challenge, to say the least. Even leaving aside the less than favorable circumstances - whoever said the prospect of hanging concentrates the mind obviously wasn't speaking from first-hand experience - the equipment left a lot be be desired. Seriously, oxy-acetylene torches. Who the hell still welds with those?
His breath catches ever so slightly at the movement of her hand, his fingers flexing where they're still pressed against her skin, and he gives a soft, strange little smile. "All the time."