"You're the one doing the bothering..."
Oh, this is more of a reaction than before. It seems to have struck a nerve.
She honestly reminded him of a cat at this point, the kind that would start hissing and clawing at him the second he touched it.
Then again, that's pretty much all cats to me.
Animals never had liked him, probably because he sent out mixed signals. It surprised him that she hadn't just moved seats or something, though. That was closer to what he had expected, would have meant he could have the two seats to himself. He frowned, not a second to early or to late for it to seem like a genuine reaction.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. As I said, it just bothers me that you're using your phone on the plane. It's unsafe." Would it be mean to poke her?
She might end up attacking me if I do. Besides, I can't make myself look bad. They have to trust me, and all that.
He found trust an odd concept, so easy to make people trust you, but he could never return that trust to them. Not that he wanted to, people might be more empathetic than him, but they would still screw you over if it benefited them. They could also do it on whim, he wasn't that random. He wondered if anyone in the group would join Dionysus if they had the chance.
Probably not. From what I can see, there's no gain. Then again, we don't know what Dionysus' goal is. We don't know much at all. But as long as he's the reason for the suicides, then stopping him is important, not matter how much we're kept in the dark.
Andrew sighed. He preferred not to think about things like this, it made it harder to keep his smile up. Looking over at the still annoyed Etna made him cheer up a bit. It also made him wonder if she could do anything, apart from confusing and calming. He might have been full of morphine when he reasoned that she could, but he still didn't doubt his own judgement. Wine was placed on the table, suddenly. It was odd, and suspicious, considering who they were dealing with.
"Let me have some first. Just in case."
Prometheus said that, but he poured way more than necessary. Andrew wondered why their guide was drinking so much, all the time, it made him unreliable. Heck, apart from taking them where they were headed, had Prometheus done anything useful at all?
"Feel free," Andrew smiled. "Not like I can drink anything either way." In his head, the words had a complaining sound to them, but they sounded normal when spoken aloud. "You gonna drink, Etna?" he asked, but he didn't really expect an answer.
