"By who?" Capable sets her jaw, lowers her voice, as she's digging for her phone in her pocket. This situation is surreal, almost laughable. "That's my friend's car! Look," she tells him, follows him that step backwards and reaches out, this time to touch her fingertips briefly to the arm of his worn jacket.
"Look," she says again, pushes her hair back behind her ear and pulls her phone out, keeping it at her side with her thumb pressing against the buttons, ready to dial at a moment's notice, "My friends are only a couple walls away from here and they'll come looking for a fight if I call. Nobody needs to get hurt. You'd better go back to whomever told you to take this and tell them it's off the market. Okay?"
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Date: 2015-06-16 03:50 am (UTC)"Look," she says again, pushes her hair back behind her ear and pulls her phone out, keeping it at her side with her thumb pressing against the buttons, ready to dial at a moment's notice, "My friends are only a couple walls away from here and they'll come looking for a fight if I call. Nobody needs to get hurt. You'd better go back to whomever told you to take this and tell them it's off the market. Okay?"