He draws in breath in preparation of a curse. It never comes; he holds his tongue. But it just figures that the island would pull that kind of shit, leave Natalya to deal with the bodies. He doesn't like it, but he won't break Natalya's calm, put on or true, by getting upset.
"Is this the day it showed up before?" he asks, using that breath for something else.
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Date: 2011-09-11 06:16 pm (UTC)"Is this the day it showed up before?" he asks, using that breath for something else.