[When Mark finally spoke with her, he was met with a guarded but temperate response. At the very least he needed to know that if she turned that destructive power on the rest of the group and couldn't be brought back from the brink, someone was capable and knew that she could be stopped. He's racing against a different rot than she is, though, and maybe that, more than anything, allowed her to put her head down and bear his concerned and awkward worry.
Leontuzzo, on the other hand, is a different story. He had put his hands on Hella, so while Ninety-Nine doesn't respond with immediate violence, her hackles are prematurely up. Yes, Hella broke his wrist, but this ain't about her. When he approaches her steak, she hunches over slightly like a starving dog guarding its meal, but there's no sign that she's actually going to strike. She's sure he's as suspicious of her as she is him, but Ninety-Nine doesn't care what Leontuzzo thinks of or does to her.]
It's not yours, [she says defensively.] Of course I like food that tastes good. It's meat...meat's always good.
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Leontuzzo, on the other hand, is a different story. He had put his hands on Hella, so while Ninety-Nine doesn't respond with immediate violence, her hackles are prematurely up.
Yes, Hella broke his wrist, but this ain't about her.When he approaches her steak, she hunches over slightly like a starving dog guarding its meal, but there's no sign that she's actually going to strike. She's sure he's as suspicious of her as she is him, but Ninety-Nine doesn't care what Leontuzzo thinks of or does to her.]It's not yours, [she says defensively.] Of course I like food that tastes good. It's meat...meat's always good.