And there she goes again. Sigh.
No, you’re not, you’re an infant, is all that runs through Proton’s head. Hm. Des he walk away, or does he entertain the thought of grinding this kid’s face into the dirt for a bit. Probably the second one.
Proton completely ignores any of the blathering coming out of Weird Girl’s mouth. Instead he just sighs and adjusts the brim of his hat a bit to pass the time until she shuts up. …Which she doesn’t seem real keen on doing. How annoying. At least talk at less of an ear-splitting volume. “I’m gettin’ pretty good at throwin’ knives and your stomach ain’t a half bad target if you don’t shut the hell up. Your bullshit is giving me a headache.” As if Proton is one to judge others for bragging, but that is slightly beside the point.
“Are you… threatening me, sir?” She forced herself to ask after a few moments, surprised by the directness of the threat. A knife in her stomach? … how charming…However…
“… If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work.”
“I’ve already stared death in his face, sir. I won’t let myself be scared by the likes of you.”
Well, she was a little scared, truth be told.