[She doesn't look up at the question. Instead her smile sort of grows.]
In a way. "You have no power over me." That really does sound like a fancy 'fuck you' if you think about it.
[There she stops a moment, musing a little both to him and herself:]
Then again that might have been more formality than anything. I beat his game so maybe that was all I needed to do. Huh.
[She hadn't thought on it really, given how she had pretty much forgotten the whole thing for a decade. And these last few months had been a mishmash of getting her life semi-together.
During that momentary pause of thought is when Bigby doesn't even wait for a reply to his question. He reaches for the paper, she sees movement out of the periphery of her vision and she does what she would do to anyone out of sheer base instinct -- she drops one of her hands on top of his unless he's quick about moving it of course.
It's a thoughtless gesture and once she flicks her eyes up to him with all the "what do you think you're doing?" teacher sternness, she then blinks a time or two as she rouses herself from a moment of sheer reaction. She pulls her hand away from wherever it landed, over his or on the table or just wherever and the little laugh that rises out of her is entirely, desperately sheepish.]
Sorry about that. You have a toddler around you once, you get pretty used warding off attacks.
[That's not a complete lie either, Toby loved snitching her books when she was a teenager. Either way she passes off the paper completely willingly and he'll find it's probably nothing that shocking. It's a recount of all the questions asked and all the Emperor's answers -- all paraphrased, of course. She is writing them down from memory and she's doesn't have a photographic one.]
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In a way. "You have no power over me." That really does sound like a fancy 'fuck you' if you think about it.
[There she stops a moment, musing a little both to him and herself:]
Then again that might have been more formality than anything. I beat his game so maybe that was all I needed to do. Huh.
[She hadn't thought on it really, given how she had pretty much forgotten the whole thing for a decade. And these last few months had been a mishmash of getting her life semi-together.
During that momentary pause of thought is when Bigby doesn't even wait for a reply to his question. He reaches for the paper, she sees movement out of the periphery of her vision and she does what she would do to anyone out of sheer base instinct -- she drops one of her hands on top of his unless he's quick about moving it of course.
It's a thoughtless gesture and once she flicks her eyes up to him with all the "what do you think you're doing?" teacher sternness, she then blinks a time or two as she rouses herself from a moment of sheer reaction. She pulls her hand away from wherever it landed, over his or on the table or just wherever and the little laugh that rises out of her is entirely, desperately sheepish.]
Sorry about that. You have a toddler around you once, you get pretty used warding off attacks.
[That's not a complete lie either, Toby loved snitching her books when she was a teenager. Either way she passes off the paper completely willingly and he'll find it's probably nothing that shocking. It's a recount of all the questions asked and all the Emperor's answers -- all paraphrased, of course. She is writing them down from memory and she's doesn't have a photographic one.]