[ she only stops at the door, unwittingly blocking it from any entering — or exiting, for that matter — patrons. an older man bumps by her shoulder as a result, grunting as he moves by her; she spends only a moment glowering at the back of his head before she turns her eyes, flinty with disapproving anger, back in ben's direction.
there's a crisp enunciation to each word, pointed, when she next speaks. ]
Remind me, Ben. Did I, or did I not, tell you I wanted nothing to do with that?
[ with his proposed alternative and the wary discomfort it had brought, unwanted reminders of a time when he had violated her own. it's kneejerk, admittedly, but she knows fully well that their idea of harm differs. still, the point remains; he had charged ahead with it, regardless of her protests. ]
no subject
there's a crisp enunciation to each word, pointed, when she next speaks. ]
Remind me, Ben. Did I, or did I not, tell you I wanted nothing to do with that?
[ with his proposed alternative and the wary discomfort it had brought, unwanted reminders of a time when he had violated her own. it's kneejerk, admittedly, but she knows fully well that their idea of harm differs. still, the point remains; he had charged ahead with it, regardless of her protests. ]