Leo shoots to standing. Upright, he’s slightly taller than Drike. Standing there in his blood-covered clothes, xenos mark on his forehead, makes him intimidating enough I see Drike step back instinctively. Leo doesn’t say a word. I watch Fred wrap her fist around a bread knife, tensing, like she’s readying herself to jump up and defend my honour too. But Drike just sucks his teeth and spits over his shoulder. It's a lot less fun to bully me when I have people in my corner.
That's cold as hell
