She had been performing indifference for four hours and she was doing it well.
Not perfectly. He had spent enough time observing Seraphina Quinn to have catalogued the specific tells that appeared when she was furious and maintaining composure over the top of it. The set of her jaw at a specific angle. The way she looked out the window with her eyes slightly unfocused, which meant she was looking inward rather than outward. The quality of the silence she was wearing, deliberate and maintained, the silence of someone who has decided not to speak and is keeping that decision through effort rather than ease.
She had the headphones in. She had not removed them since they boarded. She had refused food from the attendant with two words and a small gesture. She was looking at her window at clouds she was not seeing and she was, from all external indicators, completely fine with his existence and entirely uninterested in his company.
