His last-ditch warning had struck a chord with her, then, made some impact: he could see the sudden change in her, from utter dismissal to...
Oh, to outright anger. She was all up in his face now; had grasped a fistful of his clothes like she really might punch him in the mouth if he said another word. Threats came easily to her, it seemed: she knew what she was doing in a confrontation. (It was more than a little intimidating.)
All the same, for a moment Savino earnestly considered whether getting himself punched in the face might be the way to get through to her – in letting her vent her frustrations physically and finally leaving room for her to listen to him – but, beyond the visions he’d had of her, she was a stranger to him, so truly he had no idea whether that would make the slightest difference.
So he stuck to the safest tactic and kept his mouth shut, nodding in something like compliance when she finally released him. He stepped back unsteadily, uncertainly, but what else was there he could say? She was already walking away.
Maybe – maybe – she would think about his words more calmly later, before she made any life-altering decisions to storm headlong into danger. He didn’t know her name or where she lived or worked or anything, so – Savino could only hope that he’d planted a seed in her mind that might save her.
Oh, to outright anger. She was all up in his face now; had grasped a fistful of his clothes like she really might punch him in the mouth if he said another word. Threats came easily to her, it seemed: she knew what she was doing in a confrontation. (It was more than a little intimidating.)
All the same, for a moment Savino earnestly considered whether getting himself punched in the face might be the way to get through to her – in letting her vent her frustrations physically and finally leaving room for her to listen to him – but, beyond the visions he’d had of her, she was a stranger to him, so truly he had no idea whether that would make the slightest difference.
So he stuck to the safest tactic and kept his mouth shut, nodding in something like compliance when she finally released him. He stepped back unsteadily, uncertainly, but what else was there he could say? She was already walking away.
Maybe – maybe – she would think about his words more calmly later, before she made any life-altering decisions to storm headlong into danger. He didn’t know her name or where she lived or worked or anything, so – Savino could only hope that he’d planted a seed in her mind that might save her.
