continued from here / @hamartio.
vi gives jayce a winning smile as she shoves her busted hand --- gash, bruises and all lazily hidden by shoddy bandaging --- into her pocket with an almost easy to miss wince as she prepares to respond. the real question that lay thick in the air now was does she tell the truth and thus bring up sevika? or does she simplify it to minimal details in claiming it to be a bar fight? the reality was that no matter what she chose, she imagined jayce would always know that things could never be simple in the undercity.
“bar fight,” it took a beat or two, but she settled on that given how much more would need to be explained if she mentioned sevika. blue eyes scanned the lab curiously, observing all the formulas and such on the chalk board. she spoke again with a dismissive wave of her good hand, “you know me, pretty boy, ever the one to end up in a mess...” a pause, hesitation, casting her gaze to him, “ --- ... you can fix it though, right?”