Effy has been listening to the fight, eyes lazily fixed on the darkened window to her side, occasionally glancing at their vague reflection. For a while, it's not worth bothering with -- whatever it's about, it's just a stupid, little fight. She's seen plenty of them. Once things begin to escalate, though, some of the disinterested charade gives way. Blue eyes slide in the direction of the fight, tensing up a bit as one of the aggressors begins to stumble right onto her and her seatmate--
...For a moment, just a moment, after Natasha grabs hold of the man towering over her, the calm mask is gone entirely, replaced by full-on bug-eyed surprise. The look vanishes after a moment, after she bites back the automatic "what the fuck?" that she wants to shout out as Natasha returns to her seat. Instead, for a second, she just stares.
"Right," she says, finally, guarded but at least able to acknowledge that this woman really wants to play that off as no big deal. "Someone always has to start shit."
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Effy has been listening to the fight, eyes lazily fixed on the darkened window to her side, occasionally glancing at their vague reflection. For a while, it's not worth bothering with -- whatever it's about, it's just a stupid, little fight. She's seen plenty of them. Once things begin to escalate, though, some of the disinterested charade gives way. Blue eyes slide in the direction of the fight, tensing up a bit as one of the aggressors begins to stumble right onto her and her seatmate--
...For a moment, just a moment, after Natasha grabs hold of the man towering over her, the calm mask is gone entirely, replaced by full-on bug-eyed surprise. The look vanishes after a moment, after she bites back the automatic "what the fuck?" that she wants to shout out as Natasha returns to her seat. Instead, for a second, she just stares.
"Right," she says, finally, guarded but at least able to acknowledge that this woman really wants to play that off as no big deal. "Someone always has to start shit."