Overture Downs can't stand it

twitch huffed, a quiet sound—half amusement, half exasperation. his answer told her nothing, which, she supposed, was an answer in itself.

"dunno. no where else to be." she admitted, though there was a glint of something unreadable in her eyes. "why are you?" she didn’t expect an answer, not really. he was guarded, the type to let silence speak for him, and twitch wasn’t in the habit of prying where she wasn’t wanted; if he wanted her gone, she'd continue past him like she'd intended.

her gaze flicked over him once more, sharp and fleeting, before she finally stepped back—not in retreat, but in something close to concession. "guess it doesn’t matter." dismissive.