Rowdiness, unless it's followed by money she's earned, isn't something that Inej is fond of. Her youth was spent performing — dancing, acrobatics, and the like — and, after her time at the Menagerie, she's less inclined to spend time with people in general, much less the people that frequent the club. It's knowing that Kaz is upstairs, locked away, that sends her looking.
"You know how I feel about festivities."
Her tone is dry, her own quiet judgement on his question. He knows better than to ask the question, just like she knows better than to ask him the same. Neither one of them are cut out for group activities, unless it's running down corruption and greed. Even greed that belongs to Kaz is somehow unsullied by corruption. After everything, despite his claims to not care, she's noticed the things he does for those in the Barrel. Those like them.
She doesn't move from the two feet she's climbed inside, doesn't fidget, or become uncomfortable. Instead, she waits for him to make a move or suggest their next play. He's at his most casual, she notices, and her only tell — something she never gives in to on any other night — is that her eyes wander over his waist coast and pants before meeting his once more.
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"You know how I feel about festivities."
Her tone is dry, her own quiet judgement on his question. He knows better than to ask the question, just like she knows better than to ask him the same. Neither one of them are cut out for group activities, unless it's running down corruption and greed. Even greed that belongs to Kaz is somehow unsullied by corruption. After everything, despite his claims to not care, she's noticed the things he does for those in the Barrel. Those like them.
She doesn't move from the two feet she's climbed inside, doesn't fidget, or become uncomfortable. Instead, she waits for him to make a move or suggest their next play. He's at his most casual, she notices, and her only tell — something she never gives in to on any other night — is that her eyes wander over his waist coast and pants before meeting his once more.