So Eggsy has mentioned to me. ( roxy answers peggy, no memory of her whatsoever and no recognition in her gaze. there's a hint at the smile at the explanation why peggy won't shake her hand, though, and an incline of her head to accept the point. ) That's for the better, then.
( and when eggsy completes the introductions, the incline turns into a polite nod, her hand dropping to her side easily. ) A pleasure.
( she's not — angry at eggsy for not calling, but there's something tight in her chest, a bubble of some emotion she keeps contained, has long learned to keep tightly contained because she must. it's what allows her to keep her tone even and her (by necessity superficial) assessment of their injuries clinical and cool. her hands utterly steady.
they have drinks; the first aid kit lies near eggsy. roxy takes a step toward it now, rolling up the sleeves of her blouse. ) If you don't mind? ( there's a question in those words going beyond the obvious. do they need a third pair of hands? do they want one? and which one of the two needs patching up, first?
if it were only eggsy, roxy'd sit him down and take care of that wound - bullet wound? - on his arm, clean the cuts on his face one by one lest they get infected. but it's not just eggsy, and that shifts the dynamic in a way roxy can't quite predict yet. for all that she's met peggy again, or peggy's met her, she doesn't know her at all. )
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( and when eggsy completes the introductions, the incline turns into a polite nod, her hand dropping to her side easily. ) A pleasure.
( she's not — angry at eggsy for not calling, but there's something tight in her chest, a bubble of some emotion she keeps contained, has long learned to keep tightly contained because she must. it's what allows her to keep her tone even and her (by necessity superficial) assessment of their injuries clinical and cool. her hands utterly steady.
they have drinks; the first aid kit lies near eggsy. roxy takes a step toward it now, rolling up the sleeves of her blouse. ) If you don't mind? ( there's a question in those words going beyond the obvious. do they need a third pair of hands? do they want one? and which one of the two needs patching up, first?
if it were only eggsy, roxy'd sit him down and take care of that wound - bullet wound? - on his arm, clean the cuts on his face one by one lest they get infected. but it's not just eggsy, and that shifts the dynamic in a way roxy can't quite predict yet. for all that she's met peggy again, or peggy's met her, she doesn't know her at all. )