[Maketh freezes. In another situation, it might have been comical - here she is, surrounded by shot glasses and halfway to drunk with a civilian she barely knows, holding herself completely still. As if she's been struck. As if any of this is important enough to really hurt her.
This is--irrelevant. Meaningless.
Maketh lifts her chin and makes herself sit up straight. Proper posture. Professional.]
It was...logical. That's all.
[She hasn't missed the last part, where he said--
Well. Maketh can guess. She pours herself another drink before the impulse to ask can take hold.]
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Date: 2016-03-04 03:48 am (UTC)This is--irrelevant. Meaningless.
Maketh lifts her chin and makes herself sit up straight. Proper posture. Professional.]
It was...logical. That's all.
[She hasn't missed the last part, where he said--
Well. Maketh can guess. She pours herself another drink before the impulse to ask can take hold.]