[ It would be funny, if Kenzi hadn't told Jefferson about the sort of man Rumlow really was. He'd actually laugh at the joke. But as it is, all he can think is: this is a murderer, and he terrifies Kenzi, and he needs to be kept at a distance. He exhales with a soft scoff that could be a laugh if it weren't so unpleasant. ]
Good. So... [ He doesn't sound like he really thinks any of this is good. If anything, the way this is going has him even more uneasy, and he swallows and nods. ] Bye.
[ A hasty goodbye, and one that he knows sounds utterly limp, all things considered. But he can't help that distinct feeling of discomfort prickling at him, like it's making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up or something. So he backs up one more step, then turns on his heel to walk away. ]
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Good. So... [ He doesn't sound like he really thinks any of this is good. If anything, the way this is going has him even more uneasy, and he swallows and nods. ] Bye.
[ A hasty goodbye, and one that he knows sounds utterly limp, all things considered. But he can't help that distinct feeling of discomfort prickling at him, like it's making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up or something. So he backs up one more step, then turns on his heel to walk away. ]