[ The change in her mood feels like a slap in the face, and Faraday frowns when he sees the second he loses her to her thoughts. He touched a nerve there, that much he can tell; the wounds are still too recent to pick at them. He should've known better.
He lets her keep her silence, watching her from the corner of his eye with the sharpness of any marksman, and simply waits. The damage has been done, but he's not fool enough to think anything he can say would smooth it over.
At her question, he offers a quiet, considering hum, nudging at a hard clump of dirt with the toe of his boot. ]
S'pose I wouldn't.
[ He would, in fact, call his fellows by a whole lot of names that would make a more civilized person swoon. Probably not appropriate for a woman who's only barely started to tolerate him. ]
How 'bout you tell me what I should call you, and we'll stick with that?
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He lets her keep her silence, watching her from the corner of his eye with the sharpness of any marksman, and simply waits. The damage has been done, but he's not fool enough to think anything he can say would smooth it over.
At her question, he offers a quiet, considering hum, nudging at a hard clump of dirt with the toe of his boot. ]
S'pose I wouldn't.
[ He would, in fact, call his fellows by a whole lot of names that would make a more civilized person swoon. Probably not appropriate for a woman who's only barely started to tolerate him. ]
How 'bout you tell me what I should call you, and we'll stick with that?