"Planning something, are you? Because I'm not sure I..."
Her voice trails off as she looks past him, and frowns. Her demeanour instantly shifts, shoulders squared, spine straight; she pushes her purse and sunflower into Mills' arms, piling them on top of the other bags.
"Hold this for a sec, will you? Thanks."
Without waiting for a response she pushes past. She sidesteps a young couple, three teenage boys with skateboards, and a woman with an oversized handbag, until eventually she comes up behind a man a vintage army jacket.
In one smooth movement she has taken his wrist and pushed it up his back while shoving him against the nearest booth. Bottles of jam rattle, and one falls to the ground. From the surrounding crowd there comes a shocked cry, most loudly from the big-purse woman (who shrieks) and from the man himself (who shouts obscenities at Veronica).
To the panicked jam-stall owner, she says calmly, "I'll pay for that."
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Date: 2009-04-26 05:42 am (UTC)"Planning something, are you? Because I'm not sure I..."
Her voice trails off as she looks past him, and frowns. Her demeanour instantly shifts, shoulders squared, spine straight; she pushes her purse and sunflower into Mills' arms, piling them on top of the other bags.
"Hold this for a sec, will you? Thanks."
Without waiting for a response she pushes past. She sidesteps a young couple, three teenage boys with skateboards, and a woman with an oversized handbag, until eventually she comes up behind a man a vintage army jacket.
In one smooth movement she has taken his wrist and pushed it up his back while shoving him against the nearest booth. Bottles of jam rattle, and one falls to the ground. From the surrounding crowd there comes a shocked cry, most loudly from the big-purse woman (who shrieks) and from the man himself (who shouts obscenities at Veronica).
To the panicked jam-stall owner, she says calmly, "I'll pay for that."