[She won't do so intentionally. Crouching down, when she senses him coming up beside her, Rin's first instinct is to hide the little treasure she plucks off the ground. Just because this isn't home, because he's declared himself her ally doesn't entitle him to this secret.
Holding back from doing something so obviously suspicious, Rin merely looks across her shoulder at him as she straightens upright, commenting idly:]
Sheesh. Are you my ally or my bodyguard?
[The jab at space is implied, but she won't be the one to give it. And despite the barb, there's no heat behind it either; no demand for him to actually do so. With something clutched in her hand, Rin reaches for a napkin in her pocket.
...He did reveal himself to her after all, when he declared his specialty was ninjutsu. The scales in her mind's eye still hang unbalanced from that: unfairly and in her favor. She owes him an answer of what her own abilities are, and if this object invites questions of that nature, she'll entertain them to an extent. It'll balance things.
Not waiting for him to step back or step forward, like it makes no difference to her either way, she takes the napkin and wipes at the object in her hand as if cleaning it. Between waves of cloth and splayed fingers, a faceted surface catches what faint light there is the room; a sparkle of ruby red. It's a gem Rin holds in her hand, and a fairly large one.]
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Holding back from doing something so obviously suspicious, Rin merely looks across her shoulder at him as she straightens upright, commenting idly:]
Sheesh. Are you my ally or my bodyguard?
[The jab at space is implied, but she won't be the one to give it. And despite the barb, there's no heat behind it either; no demand for him to actually do so. With something clutched in her hand, Rin reaches for a napkin in her pocket.
...He did reveal himself to her after all, when he declared his specialty was ninjutsu. The scales in her mind's eye still hang unbalanced from that: unfairly and in her favor. She owes him an answer of what her own abilities are, and if this object invites questions of that nature, she'll entertain them to an extent. It'll balance things.
Not waiting for him to step back or step forward, like it makes no difference to her either way, she takes the napkin and wipes at the object in her hand as if cleaning it. Between waves of cloth and splayed fingers, a faceted surface catches what faint light there is the room; a sparkle of ruby red. It's a gem Rin holds in her hand, and a fairly large one.]