[Tongue finding the sharp point of one of her canines, Nisha helps herself to the seat Jack's freed up, one boot propped at the edge while the other's stretched out languidly in front. Art appreciation might not be her deal, but get a gun and a little life-threatening fear involved? Someone might be developing a newly found fondness for it.
Meaning that while the artist-- hands only slightly shaking this time, miraculously enough-- goes about smoothing and chipping and reshaping the near-finished product, Nisha's on her best behavior: admiring with interest the cold glint in Jack's eyes right under the very edge of his mask, the angle of the gun as he keeps it wedged in against skin.
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Meaning that while the artist-- hands only slightly shaking this time, miraculously enough-- goes about smoothing and chipping and reshaping the near-finished product, Nisha's on her best behavior: admiring with interest the cold glint in Jack's eyes right under the very edge of his mask, the angle of the gun as he keeps it wedged in against skin.
However long it takes, she waits.]