[Taylor watches her, still frowning slightly. Hadn't expected Irene to concede that point - a point Taylor had already given her - not sure why she has. The same frown gets turned on the pizza, and she looks at it quietly for a long moment. Being told there was pizza (for her) and being confronted with it in reality were two different things. She suddenly feels even more uncertain than before, tension bristling up her spine, like she should forget the whole thing and leave. But sitting up on the counter had trapped her in that, the dogs under her feet and Irene right in front of her.]
Would've picked it off.
[Half-mumbled. She can do basic problem solving like a topping she doesn't like on a pizza, no problem. The whole situation, though, that wasn't basic.
She glances up from the pizza, uncertainty warring with something defensive (and maybe slightly wounded) in her expression. Irene didn't know about the fear toxin, didn't know about what Taylor had done to Tommy, but there was a part of Taylor that thought she should. Should see it in her with those observation skills of hers: see how much of a fuck up she was, how she wasn't worth any sort of attention or random space pizza with her favourite toppings on it.]
no subject
Would've picked it off.
[Half-mumbled. She can do basic problem solving like a topping she doesn't like on a pizza, no problem. The whole situation, though, that wasn't basic.
She glances up from the pizza, uncertainty warring with something defensive (and maybe slightly wounded) in her expression. Irene didn't know about the fear toxin, didn't know about what Taylor had done to Tommy, but there was a part of Taylor that thought she should. Should see it in her with those observation skills of hers: see how much of a fuck up she was, how she wasn't worth any sort of attention or random space pizza with her favourite toppings on it.]
Why are you doing this?