Raven's expression was often teetering between looking at someone like they were the least intelligent person in the room, and like she was silently laughing at them. Some people made it easy in the town; she often wore an expression of judgement whenever she was with Jess, if only to see if he ever got annoyed with it.
Rather than looking at him as though she was judging him for his comment, her expression fell.
She'd torn up the Ark to protect Finn, had almost sacrificed Murphy in a quickly pulled together plot to save him. That desperation she felt months ago hit her now; she hadn't been able to save Finn like he'd saved her from being floated. She'd searched through the Ark and her own mind much in the same manner Jess described her tearing through the room they stood in.
She looked down and shrugged her shoulder, sweeping her fingers along the top of the drawers she'd been scavenging through. "I'm looking for things," she said. She didn't look at him, instead tilting her head up to peer at the top of the drawers that stood just a little higher than her chin. "Taking precautions should something go wrong." She looked at him, and shrugged her shoulders again. "Sometimes the best weapon is made out of parts of a broken clock."
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Raven's expression was often teetering between looking at someone like they were the least intelligent person in the room, and like she was silently laughing at them. Some people made it easy in the town; she often wore an expression of judgement whenever she was with Jess, if only to see if he ever got annoyed with it.
Rather than looking at him as though she was judging him for his comment, her expression fell.
She'd torn up the Ark to protect Finn, had almost sacrificed Murphy in a quickly pulled together plot to save him. That desperation she felt months ago hit her now; she hadn't been able to save Finn like he'd saved her from being floated. She'd searched through the Ark and her own mind much in the same manner Jess described her tearing through the room they stood in.
She looked down and shrugged her shoulder, sweeping her fingers along the top of the drawers she'd been scavenging through. "I'm looking for things," she said. She didn't look at him, instead tilting her head up to peer at the top of the drawers that stood just a little higher than her chin. "Taking precautions should something go wrong." She looked at him, and shrugged her shoulders again. "Sometimes the best weapon is made out of parts of a broken clock."