Fear. The feeling seemed so out of place and incongruous that it took Ami a moment to place it as coming from the sodding loudmouth whom she was ashamed to claim as a countryman. Once she placed the feeling, it made no sense because it hadn't peaked until diminuitive little Molly rounded on him.
(He's afraid of her, but not of all the men who wanted to pummel him?) Ami thought in disbelief. Even Scott had risen to his feet, but whatever annoyance he might have been feeling had disappated a bit as he looked curiously toward DCI Hunt as well.
/Weird,/ Scott 'said.' Actually, Ami got the impression that he thought it and she hadn't been meant to overhear.
Still she answered. /You feel that too?/ The brush against his mind drew her attention to the fact that she'd wrapped her hand around his and was tugging him gently back into his seat. Awareness drove home the pleasant almost-tingling sensation, but fortunately, the distraction of the almost-fight and the not-quite-right-fear kept them both grounded.
Ami, however, didn't let go of his hand.
[OOC: starborn_scribe if Scott is ooc, let me know and I'll repost.]
[Ami]
(He's afraid of her, but not of all the men who wanted to pummel him?) Ami thought in disbelief. Even Scott had risen to his feet, but whatever annoyance he might have been feeling had disappated a bit as he looked curiously toward DCI Hunt as well.
/Weird,/ Scott 'said.' Actually, Ami got the impression that he thought it and she hadn't been meant to overhear.
Still she answered. /You feel that too?/ The brush against his mind drew her attention to the fact that she'd wrapped her hand around his and was tugging him gently back into his seat. Awareness drove home the pleasant almost-tingling sensation, but fortunately, the distraction of the almost-fight and the not-quite-right-fear kept them both grounded.
Ami, however, didn't let go of his hand.
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