( she's half tempted to just leave when sarah turns to abandon the mugs. as far as beth is concerned she'd be well within her rights to, she's given enough to this clone business without it being dragged to whatever this place is too. she could just walk out and make a break for it - this woman wouldn't follow her, right?
she stays put though, tightens her hands into fists and draws her shoulders up tight and tries to write every line of her face into something calmer, less....tired. she has to hold it together. )
That's me. ( she attempts for sarcastic and lands somewhere between humor and bitterness instead, but she trains her eyes on sarah even as fingers touch her coat. she doesn't move, just lets the moment pan out before relaxing her hand back into open palms. a second passes, another, and beth is the one to break the contact when she suddenly shoves her hands into her pockets. ) And you're...?
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she stays put though, tightens her hands into fists and draws her shoulders up tight and tries to write every line of her face into something calmer, less....tired. she has to hold it together. )
That's me. ( she attempts for sarcastic and lands somewhere between humor and bitterness instead, but she trains her eyes on sarah even as fingers touch her coat. she doesn't move, just lets the moment pan out before relaxing her hand back into open palms. a second passes, another, and beth is the one to break the contact when she suddenly shoves her hands into her pockets. ) And you're...?