Anymore. As if something has changed between the last time she's surprised him and this instance, to provoke such a reaction. But nothing has happened, as far as she's aware. They came back from the rather uneventful camping trip, murder spree free, and now he's acting as if something popping out of the ceiling is enough of a threat to blindly attack. Which is fair and she'll be mindful of that request, in the future, but right now she's not feeling particularly understanding.
Just defensive.
"THAT'S LIKE ASKING YOU TO JUST PUT ON SOME SKIN," she shouts, as if asking her to not be invisible or going through walls is unreasonable. But to her, it's just part of who she is, how she navigates through the world, and other people simply need to get used to it. Ava uneasily gets back to her feet, brushing off. She spends half a second inspecting the burnt ends of her hair, a problem she'll deal with later. "What the hell has you so trig-"
Ava stops, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Something is off. He's not right, doesn't LOOK quite the same. She's not sure what it is, specifically. "You're not Skulduggery," she accuses, the photograph clutched in her hand crinkling at the edges.
no subject
Just defensive.
"THAT'S LIKE ASKING YOU TO JUST PUT ON SOME SKIN," she shouts, as if asking her to not be invisible or going through walls is unreasonable. But to her, it's just part of who she is, how she navigates through the world, and other people simply need to get used to it. Ava uneasily gets back to her feet, brushing off. She spends half a second inspecting the burnt ends of her hair, a problem she'll deal with later. "What the hell has you so trig-"
Ava stops, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Something is off. He's not right, doesn't LOOK quite the same. She's not sure what it is, specifically. "You're not Skulduggery," she accuses, the photograph clutched in her hand crinkling at the edges.