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“   it ain’t nothing i’m not used to , man .   “   frances offers a crooked little smile as her eyes flicker from her reflection to melchior’s . she leans forward a bit to examine her black eye  closely , brows furrowing a bit .   “   unimportant . already beat the shit out of ‘em . you don’t need to worry about doing anything , man .   “

a tic in his jaw. ❝—- i know i don’t need to. ❞ his agitation shines through with shocking clarity, though it is beginning to direct towards frances in place of the unnamed assailant. melchior’s hand grasps her shoulder just an ounce too forcefully.