Horizon Ridge Where's The Rum

The sound of his huff had not gone unnoticed, the noise being enough to have the corners of her lips twitching. She'd not the time to dismiss the expression, and so a faint smirk was permitted upon her maw. It had reminded her of old times, back when her only intentions in life were to get under the skins of as many living beings as possible. That felt like ages ago, and yet the sound of his potential frustrations was still enough to ignite a spark of something other than pure neutrality within her. Perhaps it was only because it had been Depp who'd huffed, an odd man that seemed to hardly ever let anything bother him. Subconsciously, to her, it was like earning a medal. "That's good to hear," she'd continued, drawling out her sentence ever so slightly; she was teasing him. "I was afraid I'd made a mistake in deciding to follow you." There was a mischievous lilt to her tone, though it was so delicate one might easily miss it.

Sen had expected some sort of humorous crack, but was instead given a question—followed, of course, by a jocose statement. The latter was ignored, mainly due to her uncertainty in how to properly respond to the words. Surely she could have carried on with him a bit, joked around some, but he'd yet to acquire the skeleton key to her very being. So, instead, she focused solely on his query, responding to it first with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "What is the point in showing any emotion? Because others expect it?" It should have been expected, in all honesty, that she'd answer by tossing over an inquiry of her own. "There are some I'm more open with, I guess, but you've yet to earn that." Her serpentine gaze was quick to lock onto Depp's, her expression nearly resembling a challenge. In a sense, she was challenging him, silently encouraging the man to try a bit harder in gaining her undying favour.