[ More of that unimpressed look manages itself through the haze of warmth that clings to her. ]
I touched nothing. I inhaled nothing. [ She says it blandly, like it's perfect fact.
(Well, other than the crates she fell into, but the glass was empty; she saw for herself.) ]
And if I had, my body would have filtered it out, the same way it does alcohol and any other toxins I encounter. I was made to withstand poisons of all kinds, Peter. What sort of weapon would I have been if I couldn't handle biological inhibitors? [ Her lips press into a thin line as she says it, and she crosses her arms over her chest, that strange heat prickling with irritation instead of that urge to touch him when he stays just out of reach. ]
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I touched nothing. I inhaled nothing. [ She says it blandly, like it's perfect fact.
(Well, other than the crates she fell into, but the glass was empty; she saw for herself.) ]
And if I had, my body would have filtered it out, the same way it does alcohol and any other toxins I encounter. I was made to withstand poisons of all kinds, Peter. What sort of weapon would I have been if I couldn't handle biological inhibitors? [ Her lips press into a thin line as she says it, and she crosses her arms over her chest, that strange heat prickling with irritation instead of that urge to touch him when he stays just out of reach. ]