He had no ill-will, but his own hackles rose in response to hers against his will. The man was so accustomed to hostility - given the name of his job - that he simply couldn't help the second nature from rising to the surface. But he didn't move. His gaze remained as stone. Watching her with only mild interest.
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He took note of her foul mouth. A sign of honesty for most folk.
“Not long.” He drawled lazily.
Another note, she calmed down just enough to grin at him. What for he was uncertain - but he was no stranger to the approach of women either. They came and went, often smelling of him for the next few days after spending a night or two to fulfill one another's urges and they both moved on to the next task at hand.
Did he think that was on her mind? No. But history did have the tendency to repeat itself. “Cavanaugh.” A half-assed introduction was uttered just loud enough to reach her ears if she tuned in to his mumblings. “Passing through.” With a toss of his chin to her, he requested the same answers from her, voicelessly, what are you doing here?