He's right. Right about too much for her comfort level. Jesse knew her well enough to know that right now she was like a caged lioness at the moment. Joel did not, but Jesse did, and she was sure he'd know that Sodder placing her in this situation had her pacing back and forth as if she was in a tiny cage. She was loaded to fight and looking for one. If Sodder wanted to disturb her, she'd been successful. She was even angry at Jesse for forgetting it all even if she knew it wasn't his fault. But when had she ever dealt out blame appropriately.
The coin was pocket and when he mentions the chip on her shoulder she brings one hand up as if to check out what he's talking about. "What...you mean...this chip?" She brought her hand up as if she'd picked something up off her shoulder, only she merely gives him the middle finger. "That the one you're talkin' about?" She glares, but lets her hand drop after the message is sent. Very mature.
A big part of her wants to kick him out and send him on his way. She also knows Jesse and she's just challenged him more or less and she can guess he won't back down. "You don't know anythin' about me. So why don't you just save us both further headache and get lost like the rest of them?"
If Jesse truly remembered himself—and, through extension, her—he’d be a lot more sympathetic. He’d probably have already invited her out of the room with him, and to hell with anyone that didn’t like it.
But things are different now. The one-fingered salute sets him grinning wolfishly, though something in his manner remains wary. Watchful, almost. In the end, he slips his hands into his pockets and shakes his head.
“You want me gone? You fire me. You tell me to leave, and I’ll have to. But I won’t ‘til then.” He takes another look around the room, eyes never stopping but taking it in regardless. The haphazard decadence of it all. The bottles by her bed.
“You don’t know me and I don’t know you, so here’s a little somethin’ for you to think about. I don’t give up easy.” He fixes his roaming gaze back on her. “And I don’t think you are either, so. That’s one thing I know.”
He knew her. Even like this he had her number and at that particular moment with her temper flared and the heaviness between them, she feels trapped. The room is feeling more like a cage and while his presence would be otherwise be welcome, at present it's a staunch reminder of how alone she is at that moment.
She wants nothing more than to fire him, and part of her brain is ordering herself to. It falls flat because she just can't do it. A Jesse that doesn't remember her is still better than no Jesse. Too many times she's sent him away and had to sit in the regret of it, so she can't bring herself to do it this time.
And he's right, she isn't a quitter. Her eyes narrow at him. "Fine! Stay!" In the meantime she couldn't stay. She had to get out and get some fresh air, or do something, anything, to get away from the situation. It was a damn shame it was a boat and there really was no getting away. At least she can go for a walk and clear her head. She grabs her pack of cigarettes off the table and stuffs them into her pocket and heads for the door. "Clean the place if you're so eager!" She opens the door just about to close it before she sticks her head back in.
"But the rubies are off limits!" It was really just a reminder that she had his number too. Then she slams the door and vacates the situation, at least for a little while.
His angry retort gets cut off by the slamming of the door, and he’s left standing there feeling completely off-balance. This wasn’t how he expected this to go. In so many ways.
For a minute, he debates the pros and cons of all his options. Stay, go. Steal, don’t. Clean, don’t.
In the end, he chooses to stay. He doesn’t steal anything, though he takes a careful mental inventory of what he finds, and he isn’t shy about rifling around. And when Ashe eventually does return to the room later, it will be noticeably neater than when she left.
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The coin was pocket and when he mentions the chip on her shoulder she brings one hand up as if to check out what he's talking about. "What...you mean...this chip?" She brought her hand up as if she'd picked something up off her shoulder, only she merely gives him the middle finger. "That the one you're talkin' about?" She glares, but lets her hand drop after the message is sent. Very mature.
A big part of her wants to kick him out and send him on his way. She also knows Jesse and she's just challenged him more or less and she can guess he won't back down. "You don't know anythin' about me. So why don't you just save us both further headache and get lost like the rest of them?"
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But things are different now. The one-fingered salute sets him grinning wolfishly, though something in his manner remains wary. Watchful, almost. In the end, he slips his hands into his pockets and shakes his head.
“You want me gone? You fire me. You tell me to leave, and I’ll have to. But I won’t ‘til then.” He takes another look around the room, eyes never stopping but taking it in regardless. The haphazard decadence of it all. The bottles by her bed.
“You don’t know me and I don’t know you, so here’s a little somethin’ for you to think about. I don’t give up easy.” He fixes his roaming gaze back on her. “And I don’t think you are either, so. That’s one thing I know.”
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She wants nothing more than to fire him, and part of her brain is ordering herself to. It falls flat because she just can't do it. A Jesse that doesn't remember her is still better than no Jesse. Too many times she's sent him away and had to sit in the regret of it, so she can't bring herself to do it this time.
And he's right, she isn't a quitter. Her eyes narrow at him. "Fine! Stay!" In the meantime she couldn't stay. She had to get out and get some fresh air, or do something, anything, to get away from the situation. It was a damn shame it was a boat and there really was no getting away. At least she can go for a walk and clear her head. She grabs her pack of cigarettes off the table and stuffs them into her pocket and heads for the door. "Clean the place if you're so eager!" She opens the door just about to close it before she sticks her head back in.
"But the rubies are off limits!" It was really just a reminder that she had his number too. Then she slams the door and vacates the situation, at least for a little while.
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His angry retort gets cut off by the slamming of the door, and he’s left standing there feeling completely off-balance. This wasn’t how he expected this to go. In so many ways.
For a minute, he debates the pros and cons of all his options. Stay, go. Steal, don’t. Clean, don’t.
In the end, he chooses to stay. He doesn’t steal anything, though he takes a careful mental inventory of what he finds, and he isn’t shy about rifling around. And when Ashe eventually does return to the room later, it will be noticeably neater than when she left.