🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.
@hisdouble [ injury / injured prompts ]
She can't tell in the moment, if it's a gesture of comfort or curiosity. It's hard to read his face, admittedly. Plenty of men are keen to lay their hands where they don't belong, and she's surprised that House had found the very spot where the bullet had been lodged into her skull. Her neck responds, attempting to jerk itself away, but she finds herself stuck in place anyway. She feels like some specimen, another one of his unwilling foot soldiers, even though all this time she had already been doing the dirty work.
Her situation was quite unique, after all. She wasn't expected to survive that whole spat with Mr. Gecko, but she did. She wasn't expected to recover what was stolen from her, but she did. She wasn't expected to complete the job -- you get it. A woman who has no disregard for the odds is an interesting woman indeed.
Fingers graze the precise point of contact atop her skull, and she locks eyes with him. She's been asked a lot of stupid questions about it since leaving Goodsprings, and she's half-expecting him to do the very same now. Though she's pretty sure the man is at least a bit more intelligent than say, some fiend, she decides to humor the idea. Maybe knock him down a peg.
"No, it didn't affect my aim, I don't taste 'just metal', an' as far as I know everything came out." Hates having to sit and be prodded at, but she'll bite that bullet for now. At least give them a chance to conclude their business together. The woman is still very much in his employ. "Y' wanted a job done. I delivered."