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Virginia had listened to what John Holiday had told her, but even as the conversation progressed he could see her withdrawing 'into herself' and preparing for a 'counter-attack'. It was evident in her pose - the way her muscles and tendons tensed, and her face as her red lips pulled into a tight line. But most of all, her blue eyes, which seemed to have hot flames, fires of anger in them, said it all.
She took a deep breath and was already preparing in her mind what she was actually going to yell about, but at the last moment she paused and just let out a deep breath. Probably a combination of the fact that they were in an important bar on an important station to her, the fact that she was dressed in uniform, or just an elemental respect for older people trying to pass their wisdom on, had finally made her prefer to keep quiet.
Instinctively, she reached into the cigarette case with her left hand for another cigarette, but as quickly as she had reached for it, she returned it to the case and closed it. It had only been a few minutes since she had finished the previous cigarette and she wanted to control her habits.
Virginia took a silent sip from her glass and just sat in her seat, probably thinking about what Doc had told her and also trying to cool down, which was probably harder for her than the actual thinking. The firestorm in her eyes was only very reluctantly calming down.
But her almost explosive reaction was not purely irrational. She had probably always been a hot-blooded choleric, and her life lessons probably had made her more short-tempered and unwilling to admit and show her own weaknesses. She was a very volatile combination of innate personality and life experience, but not in the sense of not being able to function - just difficult to work with on a more personal level.
