[ She actually seems mildly surprised when he starts hacking up a lung — like maybe he was selling that tough guy so hard she was starting to wonder if maybe there was something of substance behind it after all. Her eyebrows lift a half-inch towards her hairline before the corner of her mouth quirks up ever so slightly. Giving Golisopod a little look, she puts her hands up in the creature's direction as if to demonstrate a lack of ill intentions towards its trainer before reaching out to helpfully slap Guzma on the back a few times. ]
Yeah, real fucking tough guy, aren't you?
[ It's dry, but a little amused too. Maybe even slightly charmed. She'll forgive the waste of a cigarette in any case — truthfully, she should probably be trying to quit either way. ]
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Yeah, real fucking tough guy, aren't you?
[ It's dry, but a little amused too. Maybe even slightly charmed. She'll forgive the waste of a cigarette in any case — truthfully, she should probably be trying to quit either way. ]
Come on. You're okay.