[Bitten and sardonic, but defeated. Syd pulls back from the door, face pink with anxious adrenaline, and gives Clarisse space to step through if she'll take it, cursing herself inwardly for what she knows is a reckless move. But she just keeps picturing it - Brad on the floor, his head a fucking puddle - and she can't let it happen again, whether or not it puts her in danger.
Not that she's feeling particularly threatened by the girl in front of her, but she is a bit... intimidating.]
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Great. I'm honored.
[Bitten and sardonic, but defeated. Syd pulls back from the door, face pink with anxious adrenaline, and gives Clarisse space to step through if she'll take it, cursing herself inwardly for what she knows is a reckless move. But she just keeps picturing it - Brad on the floor, his head a fucking puddle - and she can't let it happen again, whether or not it puts her in danger.
Not that she's feeling particularly threatened by the girl in front of her, but she is a bit... intimidating.]