Her lip twitched up in a brief snarl, one that flickered across her features, disappearing as quickly as it'd appeared. Not to be outdone, she continued walking; If he felt like stalking her around the facility, that was his choice.<br/><br/>He'd learn, sooner or later, it wasn't appreciated, nor would it be catered to.<br/><br/>She was learning, in short order, that he was persistent. He fell in step beside her and continued to speak to her as though she'd asked for this conversation to continue; As though he didn't understand the Queen's English and didn't grasp the concept of, "Go talk to them."<span style="font-style: italic">Tal vez debería haber sido más contundente,</span>came a thought that remained unvoiced for the time being, focusing on the sound of her shoes clicking in rhythmic time to keep from staring a little too hard at him for being so aggravating.<br/><br/>What she did have to give him, however, was his perception of her. He'd pinned her as exactly what she was, ready to<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>something. She didn't want to wait around another fifty years for something to be done. She didn't want another fifty years of cowering in the darkness, hanging around dingy sewers, abandoned plants, watching their numbers dwindling to near staggering numbers. It'd taken long enough to get the ball rolling on anything that could better their species as it was, working on their silver compound for more than they should have while the deaths continued to happen. Now, though...Now she was chomping at the bit.<br/><br/>That he'd pegged her accurately left her feeling suspicious. How long had he been watching? Observing? She'd not seen his face before, and she was certain her body language hadn't given way to any of her inner intentions. The woman was too cautious for that, needing to keep such to herself until the absolute last moment.<br/><br/>"Let us get one thing straight, sí?" Bellen started, continuing to walk without regard for her planned conversations; Those could wait until the incessant buzzing about her person was curbed. "I am a lot older than you are. I am practiced. You feel young, and you show that youth in how you approach those you do not know." Her eyes narrowed further, the irises of her gaze nearly disappearing behind the curtain of lashes now closing in about them. "So, ask your questions, and I might have time to answer. If you continue to hover and spout off your half-thought story of needing to be a part of something--" A pause as she used her peripheral to look at him further. "--And don't act like you've not done so, already; The bitterness in your eyes speaks for you--then I'll have no problem throwing you to the dogs. Comprendes?"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><div style="text-align: center;">Translation:<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Maybe I should have been more blunt...</span></div></div></blockquote>