"Of you?" Barney scoffed, but it was weak and feeble, and rather than his usual smug frown, his eyebrows were up, and there was a weak grin on his face. It was clear that he was trying desperately to hide his panic.
When she touched him, he backed himself so quickly against the wall that he felt his head connect with it - he hadn't been as far from it as he thought. Grinning sheepishly, as though he had half done it on purpose and not as an impulse to escape, he began to edge along the wall of the barracks, thinking that maybe if he could just get around the corner he could make a break for it...
"I'm not scared," he lied. "I just.. defected. This morning. I... need to speak to... what's his name. In charge there. You know, with the black hair and the scary smile. You know. Him."
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Date: 2009-01-11 08:05 am (UTC)When she touched him, he backed himself so quickly against the wall that he felt his head connect with it - he hadn't been as far from it as he thought. Grinning sheepishly, as though he had half done it on purpose and not as an impulse to escape, he began to edge along the wall of the barracks, thinking that maybe if he could just get around the corner he could make a break for it...
"I'm not scared," he lied. "I just.. defected. This morning. I... need to speak to... what's his name. In charge there. You know, with the black hair and the scary smile. You know. Him."