Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
525 · Voice lines
She realizes her small, cold fists are clenched. She loosens them.
She raises the corner of her mouth smirking, revealing a canine.
She's trying to see whether you're bluffing -- it's easy not to fidget. You're not.
Trying to gauge by your expression and demeanour whether you're joking. She concludes you're not.
She is not at all fazed by your genocidal sabre rattling.
Even though she has excellent control over her self, something moved behind her eyes, in the way she stands, in her face...
He and his men carry themselves like giants. You'll need to prove your mettle to be taken seriously.
Wants the world to know he's a macho-macho man: tobacco-chewing and knuckle-cracking. Who else do we have here?
She's obviously a bit uncomfortable in your company.
Something about the man with sunglasses and you, the energy between you two, is making her uncomfortable.
Okay, so this guy is cool -- he stands there like a statue. An angry statue. And he does not like you.
Yes, he's talking about you, you shifty asshole.
She understands what autopsies entail. It doesn't get her off-balance.