[ For a moment, he observes her, drinking in the details. Trying to find her tells. Uncertainty in her eyes, hesitation halting her words. Hands twisting into her skirts. Nerves, then, he decides. A bit of unease.
Faraday wasn't in the habit of going after folks' secrets. Curious as he was, he preferred to keep his nose out of other people's troubles. Kept him from having to involve himself any further than necessary.
In this case, it seems to be more of the latter; if she had really wanted his help in the first place, she would have said as much – though part of him thinks even that prospect was unliekly, proud as she is. She would lay her life down for others, but the second she needed something for herself? All bets were off.
Reluctantly, he shakes his head, hands up in an unthreatening gesture. ]
I'm not in the habit of stickin' my nose where it ain't wanted.
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Faraday wasn't in the habit of going after folks' secrets. Curious as he was, he preferred to keep his nose out of other people's troubles. Kept him from having to involve himself any further than necessary.
In this case, it seems to be more of the latter; if she had really wanted his help in the first place, she would have said as much – though part of him thinks even that prospect was unliekly, proud as she is. She would lay her life down for others, but the second she needed something for herself? All bets were off.
Reluctantly, he shakes his head, hands up in an unthreatening gesture. ]
I'm not in the habit of stickin' my nose where it ain't wanted.