[She could handle herself, especially with pricks. He wasn't the first guy to think he had a chance and he certainly wouldn't be the last. She had the look down to an almost perfect science, the kind that could make a man feel like less than an ant in 5 seconds. It came in handy when she'd had to do solo missions with a single target in mind.
When he starts guiding her towards the exit, she happily complies - ready to get off the train and have a chance to speak freely. Fingers shift back to link with his as the doors open. Pulling him through the people trying to board, she gives him a look over her shoulder.]
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When he starts guiding her towards the exit, she happily complies - ready to get off the train and have a chance to speak freely. Fingers shift back to link with his as the doors open. Pulling him through the people trying to board, she gives him a look over her shoulder.]
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