Nit shuddered a tad from having Axe approach them so closely, a soft growl emitting from their throat. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't you have... somewhere to be?</span>" Their pupil focused right on her like cross-hairs, and they lightly pushed her away with their hand, snickering like a fool. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Again, I'm... not one for... apologies. I dunno, it... makes me wanna... puke to just say... the s-word.</span>" This was a character trait that Nit was particularly notorious for- their lack of pity. They had placed a voluntary limit to how gregarious they could be, it seems. Their social expertise was wrecking lives or leaving them be, not making them better.<br/><br/>However, when they laid their eye on the large bruise that came from their doing, Nit's pretentiousness was replaced with slight concern. Marcial as well looked particularly appalled, although more intensely as usual by him. He turned to Nit with that very same expression, as if silently questioning them.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Can we not... go back to... that</span>?" Nit grumbled, glaring slightly and fiddling once again with one of the ropes on their suit. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I just got... done forgetting that... even happened. My parts hurt... just thinking about... it.</span>" They looked up at Axe, now leaning sideways on the doorway. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I won't kick... so hard when I'm... doing said business... with you, that's... for sure. But I might... kick. Just a warning.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Too much information, Mx...</span>" Marcial lifted his finger and spoke, chuckling a tad at their tiny innuendo.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Oh psh.</span>" Nit pulled their pudgy body up, grasping the knob of the door in a pretty relaxed grip. "<span style="font-family: courier;">There's more... important matters to deal... with. Like how you're... holding up my <span style="font-style: italic">mamasita</span>... from her work, no?</span>" They pushed the door open slowly, slyly looking back at Marcial as they revealed the sparkling darkness on the other side.<br/><br/>The advisor perked upwards, nodding quickly with his mouth ajar like the dark door before him. "<span style="font-style: italic">O- Of course. My apologies.</span>"