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No things here, except maybe nicotine dependence. Jude jumps at the sudden sound of his gruff voice and realizes she’s probably been staring too fixedly. “Uh, n-nothing. Sorry.”

She doesn’t seem offended by the smoke drifting her way. Not like someone else might be, or maybe how she should be. Still staring. He doesn’t really seem the type to share, so the idea of asking him for a cigarette dies as soon as she has it.

Staring. At the cigarette, mostly. His jaw is happenstance.

< He’s certainly not subtle. She was right in that observation, though this is arguably baseline for provocation. “Is it supposed to look like that?” She asks, intending to irritate him.

She waits patiently, albeit irritated. She’s dedicated to see this through. She can be stubborn when she needs to be. She’s not really sure this something that warrants her full focus, but here they are. She leans out to the side behind him to view the art as he’s admiring it. >

she was a gentle sort of horror,

Itching for a cigarette. Quitting is the worst.

Well, that’s infuriating. Jude crosses her arms, biting her tongue to keep from engaging in the back and forth. Doing her best to keep a level head…would be bad if the whole block had to suffer because he’s an annoying idiot.

By all means, Vincent.

Art’s purpose is to provoke thought, even criticisms. It comes with the territory.

< intending to drown her like other people have tried, but…that could change.

< Uh…just…just to check.” She stares at where he wants her to be standing, but finds herself not moving. Fingers tremble within her jacket pockets. The room is already warming up. The idea of testing on her makes her stomach twist into knots. He doesn’t seem like he’s >

So why the hostility? Right, that’s…he’s saying she needs a Hulk-proof subterranean bunker to be handled easily. It doesn’t exactly make her feel that great. And the neighborhood thing…she feels bad about that enough already. She doesn’t need any reminders from him. “Right. >

< threat? She glances around at the machinery, but she doesn’t know enough about that stuff to glean any meaning from them. She comes to a stop right by the foot of the stairs. “What’s the…uh, plan?”

< home if she wanted to leave quick. Her boots thud on the steps as she descends, keeping her hands in her jacket pockets. “Uh…the…the Hulk?” She’s not sure how she feels about him determining they needed a facility of the same caliber for her. Is it a compliment? A >

Aren’t they supposed to be friends? She follows along behind him, leaving enough space to stay out of his reach. Just in case. Jude follows him to the stairs and hesitates at the top for a moment. She’s here now. Too late to back out. She’d have to suck it up and try flying >

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< Jude exits, nervously chewing her lower lip. Tony emerges from nowhere. His sudden and upbeat appearance startles her. “Uh, no! It was…fine. Long. You uh, your lab is here?” She looks around.

< always a little warm. Well, maybe more than a little. She watches the landscape pass by, fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket as the drive goes on…and on…and on. Out into the middle of nowhere. Nothing around but dry and empty land. The car stops and the door opens. >

That’s kind of harsh. It’s not like she called Captain America for help. The limo makes her a little unsure as it pulls right up at her location. She hesitates a moment before she seats herself in the back. It’s cool in here, which is nice. She had been a little warm. She’s >