"It's a thankless job but someone has to do it", right? Trust me, I know all about it, just... take spandex out of the equation. [ and superhero-ing and spider senses, for that matter. she's fairly certain most downworlders wouldn't praise shadowhunters as heroes, anyway, and anyone outside of their own world would be more than eager to dismiss the truth as insanity. maybe that just lends more credit to the thankless job aspect of it.
that aside: ] Let it be known I'm not actually judging the spandex. [ or the career choice, for that matter. she doesn't have room to criticize it, regardless, even if her eyebrows scrunch in tandem with her nose in some strange combination of amusement, concern, and outright confusion. ]
In my experience, the only senses spiders have usually revolve around being crushed. Guess you missed the memo. [ it's laughable, then, that she had been the one to almost become pulverized by pods spiraling through the sky. that alone should signify that she doesn't have any reason to be fussed over his safety — he's proven himself more than capable, if catching falling metal and whisking strangers away from said falling metal is in his repertoire of skills, but he's just as situated in the line of fire as any of them are. besides, it can't be an easy feat to keep at this routine for hours, no matter how powerful. ]
Your secret's safe with me. I mean, I'm supposed to be helping and not getting in the way, so ranting about it on Yelp would be pretty hypocritical. [ it's mostly said in jest, but she doesn't not feel guilty that she's managed to interrupt his rescue efforts where the pods are concerned, even knowing she isn't to blame. ] Doesn't it... hurt, though? [ the only hesitation is because she doesn't know if that's rudely intrusive or somehow offensive, as innocuous as the question is. not everyone likes sharing. ] The whole 'catching pods out of the sky' gig.
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that aside: ] Let it be known I'm not actually judging the spandex. [ or the career choice, for that matter. she doesn't have room to criticize it, regardless, even if her eyebrows scrunch in tandem with her nose in some strange combination of amusement, concern, and outright confusion. ]
In my experience, the only senses spiders have usually revolve around being crushed. Guess you missed the memo. [ it's laughable, then, that she had been the one to almost become pulverized by pods spiraling through the sky. that alone should signify that she doesn't have any reason to be fussed over his safety — he's proven himself more than capable, if catching falling metal and whisking strangers away from said falling metal is in his repertoire of skills, but he's just as situated in the line of fire as any of them are. besides, it can't be an easy feat to keep at this routine for hours, no matter how powerful. ]
Your secret's safe with me. I mean, I'm supposed to be helping and not getting in the way, so ranting about it on Yelp would be pretty hypocritical. [ it's mostly said in jest, but she doesn't not feel guilty that she's managed to interrupt his rescue efforts where the pods are concerned, even knowing she isn't to blame. ] Doesn't it... hurt, though? [ the only hesitation is because she doesn't know if that's rudely intrusive or somehow offensive, as innocuous as the question is. not everyone likes sharing. ] The whole 'catching pods out of the sky' gig.