Djinn glared toward the man who had taken a seat next to her at the bar, taking note of the uniform, she sighed softly and went back to her drink, and back to watching the man who was watching her, smirking slightly as she looked in his direction, whispering to herself.
"That's right, I see you..."
She then averted her gaze and went back to staring at the bottom of her glass of Vodka.
Annoyance. An emotion that he hated. An emotion....He hated emotions. He hated hate. Therefore there was conflict. Such parodies. He hated those, too.
A glass of beer was placed before him. He smiled on the inside again, taking it and sipping elegantly. Chugging was uncouth. It was dirty. It was unnecessary.
The walking metal cone looked at him. He saw it out of the corner of his eye. He heard her sigh. Do they think he's stupid? Deaf? Blind?
Imbeciles, he shouted in his mind.
If she looked at him again, he'd reply. He took another sip.
And waited.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"