Nux startles at the harsh sound of heavy footsteps behind him, spinning around to face her. He's not much better face-to-face: a tall, looming mess of scars with blue eyes made too piercing and too pale by the heavy eyeliner circling them. He's too thin and too ashen to be truly terrifying, though, and below the dark lines around his eyes there are softer, bruise-like circles of exhaustion. His clothes are ragged and mismatched.
He also doesn't entirely seem to know what to do with himself now that he's been caught out. There's a moment of anxious hesitation in him. He glances up and down the alley, then looks down at the jimmy bar in his hand. That seems to give him a boost of confidence. He looks back up at her and bares his teeth. "I'm commandeering this rig," he crows, lifting his chin.
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:28 am (UTC)He also doesn't entirely seem to know what to do with himself now that he's been caught out. There's a moment of anxious hesitation in him. He glances up and down the alley, then looks down at the jimmy bar in his hand. That seems to give him a boost of confidence. He looks back up at her and bares his teeth. "I'm commandeering this rig," he crows, lifting his chin.