Sometimes, lying isn't an option

[rogueinladysclothing]

The Nexus' resident rogue seems to be in a strange mood today as she paces along one of the main streets of the Forum. Despite her rather severe expression, she seems to be in better spirits than the last time she asked a question, if the lack of weapons has anything to say about it. True, she's still sporting a few daggers and her slingshot, but that appears to be all. She also lacks the chest armor she normally wears over her shirt and corset, though the very modest neckline of her shirt should keep anyone from suspecting she's trying some new angle on them. Something seems amiss, though. While she paces, her gaze is fixed on the paved street under her feet and her hands are clasped firmly together behind her back.

After a few minutes of this she stops in her pacing and looks up to the Forum at large.

"I'm not very good at being honest about certain things, and that makes it difficult to get my point across when I am telling the truth." A small frown plays at her lips and her brow furrows with thought. This is a much more difficult topic for her than for others, it seems. "How do I convince someone that the apology I owe them is honest? That it comes not from a need to buy my way into their good graces, but from an honest need to make things right?" Because she's going to need this kind of help when she actually gets around to the owed apology.

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[rogueinladysclothing]

There's a long moment where Amelia stares at the apple where it landed on a nearby table, where she debates taking it and throwing it at the back of his smug head. Debates yelling and screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs until her voice is raw. But then she looks up at Jim and Verity as they walk away, sees them close and comfortable...

And she sees something completely different.

She sees distant family members, distant friends. Close, comfortable, happy... together. All those things she never was, and apparently never will be. Not with them, not with anyone.

She picks up the apple and takes a bite, completely ignoring the tears in her eyes, the physical pain that comes from the action. And once Jim and Verity are out of sight, she'll run, apple in hand, as far and as fast as she can.

[smartass_captain]

"Sometimes everyone needs a hard disengage. A time out to think about their actions." Jim shrugs and when he's reasonably sure Amelia isn't following them with a knife between her teeth or something he'll let go of his grip on Verity's waist and drop to a more casual stroll.

"I did seriously just realize I could use the Nexus for real coffee. I want to get something small for my quarters. Probably can't be anything like Clint has." He means with a cord and relying on the wattage and wiring of the 21st century. "Help a guy out?"

[brave_heart_verity]

There's a moment where she seems to be building up like a thunderhead to unleash on whoever's dumb enough to be in her way, but it doesn't last. She slumps against Jim's side instead, half exhausted and half relieved that the fight is over. He maybe doesn't want to let go of her entirely just yet. "Yeah. That's what big sisters are for, right? I'm sure we can figure something out. If I can learn how to make coffee without electricity, so can you."