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Riley took Nihil's glower for an answer, and was prepared to shrug it off. She could have reacted worst. There was a guy who had tried to throttle Riley while groping for his gun back in the day because of something Riley had said. She couldn't quite remember now, but she guessed - going by the way his face had contorted in blind rage - it had been a joking insinuation at his possible lack of endowment. Most people who hadn't been in the same circle Riley used to run around with hadn't seem to be able to stomach her, which made it easier to smear them away when the time and assignment with their name on the hitlist came, come to think of it.

But instead, Nihil approached Riley on her way to the door, and caught her shoulder in a grip, spilling words into the shell of her ear. Riley tensed, feeling the breath of another down her neck. Proximity was something you forgot in prison, and personal space became a permanent valuable rather than a respect. Riley listened, and when Nihil made to leave, Riley slid off the chair. She hadn't abused substances before, but she had an absolute addiction for challenges. It was why she had thrived in the gang that posed her task after task, why some part of her had died of crippling boredom while lying around in that cell. 

But she certainly wasn't bored now, and god help her when her interest was piqued.

Riley followed after Nihil, and smoothly slipped between her and the door. [color=8882be]"Are you going to ask a question and not hear the answer?"[/color] she asked, one eyebrow arched while an impertinent smile played over her lips. She kept her voice quiet, the words for Nihil to hear. [color=8882be]"You feel contempt, I feel bored."[/color] She reconsidered, a thoughtful look passing over her face. [color=8882be]"Well, either that, or I laugh."[/color] And she cracked a splitting grin before that too fell. Expression after expression like a rapid slideshow with no transitions. [color=8882be]As for the gratitude,"[/color] Riley raised her palms as though in defence, [color=8882be]"you can forget it. I know I'm hoping to. The point though, is that there is no point.[/color]

[color=8882be]"We're all stuck here, Rogue and Rogue. Yeah, bet you're not too thrilled about that but neither am I. So to answer you, Nihil, nah, I'm not looking for friendship - it's a weird thing, limits the size of your prey-pool - just a little light banter now and again. So relax a little, not gonna force you to be my pal. I'm just a human who happens to like to laugh the same way some Rogues like to hear people scream. I'm human."[/color] Riley clapped Nihil's shoulder twice, figuring that bit of familiar contact might rankle her, and tipped the corner of her lips upward. [color=8882be]"But that ain't necessarily bad."[/color] 

She took a step backward. [color=8882be]"See you around then."[/color] Riley cocked two fingers at her, lighting the tips of them with fire as she did so, before she loped out the door easily. She slid out the yawning warehouse entrance with her belt jangling with the knives she had pilfered, and walked into the bright glare of the sun, baking the ground. 

There was bound to be blank wall at the side of the warehouse where she could see if her aim had gotten rusty yet.