[She snickers lightly at the comment about Tim and his supposed book of reasons.] Maybe I’ll ask him sometime.
Pliers would work better, wouldn’t they?
[Ainsley doesn’t actually flinch when the other woman steps toward her, all sharp lines and suspicious eyes at her. A part of herself Ainsley is having to put blinders on to avoid looking at more and more often lately smirks somewhere in her mind— but the girl who is very much her mother’s daughter in all of her unflappability, does not show that smirk on the outside.
Instead, she just lifts her eyebrows in silent meeting of the challenge Callisto put in her body language, and the bite in her words.
Ainsley’s own voice is cool and smooth when she answers.]
Ainsley Whitly. [Beat.] I’m Malcolm’s sister.
[If this woman knows Raylan, she can’t imagine her not at least knowing who Malcolm is; whether that is a fact that will be in her favor or not is debatable. Her brother is definitely an acquired taste.]
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Pliers would work better, wouldn’t they?
[Ainsley doesn’t actually flinch when the other woman steps toward her, all sharp lines and suspicious eyes at her. A part of herself Ainsley is having to put blinders on to avoid looking at more and more often lately smirks somewhere in her mind— but the girl who is very much her mother’s daughter in all of her unflappability, does not show that smirk on the outside.
Instead, she just lifts her eyebrows in silent meeting of the challenge Callisto put in her body language, and the bite in her words.
Ainsley’s own voice is cool and smooth when she answers.]
Ainsley Whitly. [Beat.] I’m Malcolm’s sister.
[If this woman knows Raylan, she can’t imagine her not at least knowing who Malcolm is; whether that is a fact that will be in her favor or not is debatable. Her brother is definitely an acquired taste.]