[ When Donovan Hock finally shows his ugly-ass mug, Kasumi doesn't allow herself to, say, let her hands ball into fists from the anger that begins to boil inside of her. No, she appears completely calm, completely cool, her legs remaining crossed in the chair and her arms remaining folded. ]
You and I both know what I'm here for.
Indeed. But I need what's in your graybox, Kasumi. I trust you understand what that means, yes?
[ It's then that she can't help but sneer, seething from his nerve, calling her by her first name. Hock, meanwhile, pulls out a knife from his pocket. ]
I'm afraid you can't always just get what you want. [ she says with a mildly joking tone; she won't let Hock have the pleasure of seeing her shaken or at anything other than her best-- ]
Oh? On the contrary, Miss Goto, I'm afraid you don't understand how things work around here.
[ He glances over his shoulder at Star-Lord, shaking his head as though to say, this poor woman. ]
I will get your graybox, even if I have to extract it myself. And how fitting is it that I shall do so using the very same blade that killed Keiji Okuda?
[ That's it. That is goddamn it. Although her arms are still crossed, Kasumi's grip on her own arms visibly tighten, and when she responds, it's with a vitriol in her voice that she almost never allows herself to speak with. ]
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You and I both know what I'm here for.
Indeed. But I need what's in your graybox, Kasumi. I trust you understand what that means, yes?
[ It's then that she can't help but sneer, seething from his nerve, calling her by her first name. Hock, meanwhile, pulls out a knife from his pocket. ]
I'm afraid you can't always just get what you want. [ she says with a mildly joking tone; she won't let Hock have the pleasure of seeing her shaken or at anything other than her best-- ]
Oh? On the contrary, Miss Goto, I'm afraid you don't understand how things work around here.
[ He glances over his shoulder at Star-Lord, shaking his head as though to say, this poor woman. ]
I will get your graybox, even if I have to extract it myself. And how fitting is it that I shall do so using the very same blade that killed Keiji Okuda?
[ That's it. That is goddamn it. Although her arms are still crossed, Kasumi's grip on her own arms visibly tighten, and when she responds, it's with a vitriol in her voice that she almost never allows herself to speak with. ]
Go to hell, Hock.