[Funnily, that's what calms down the anger more than anything else. The thing that makes Marco's face soften. Sighing, he rubs a hand over his face, scrubs at his eyes.]
Was it?
[He knows it's not. Or at least he's pretty sure it's not, because just like everyone he's hung around with more than once or twice, Marco's scoped her out, kept an eye on her for a few days. It's habit, more than anything, because as far as he can tell, there's no Yeerk pool here, and besides that, there's no way she'd be a good enough actress to watch him or Ivar morph and fake her reaction but be unable to keep herself from puking when she sees a Hork-Bajir.
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Was it?
[He knows it's not. Or at least he's pretty sure it's not, because just like everyone he's hung around with more than once or twice, Marco's scoped her out, kept an eye on her for a few days. It's habit, more than anything, because as far as he can tell, there's no Yeerk pool here, and besides that, there's no way she'd be a good enough actress to watch him or Ivar morph and fake her reaction but be unable to keep herself from puking when she sees a Hork-Bajir.
But still. He wants to hear it from her.]