[The sounds alone from the splashing of water from her wings gets him to visibly draw up, shoulders tense. But he keeps his mouth closed as he drops his knife against his belt, reholstering his gun.
He looks at her, letting his eyes travel against her face, her wings, the edges of her outfit. Nothing. Not even a pockmark.
...
Grey eyes narrow as he shoves his foot against one of the fresh corpses, turning it onto its back as he bends down to examine it.]
Forget it. Would have been my fucking luck if you-- [A beat, and he blows out a sharp breath instead of continuing.] Keep your distance from the explosives next time, got it?
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He looks at her, letting his eyes travel against her face, her wings, the edges of her outfit. Nothing. Not even a pockmark.
...
Grey eyes narrow as he shoves his foot against one of the fresh corpses, turning it onto its back as he bends down to examine it.]
Forget it. Would have been my fucking luck if you-- [A beat, and he blows out a sharp breath instead of continuing.] Keep your distance from the explosives next time, got it?