[ It wasn't the worst, but Jill automatically assumes it might be. She's casually dressed for the moment in a pair of belted black palazzo pants and a sleeveless cream-colored blouse that has a bit of embellishment on it, faint little slits of flowy fabric that don't make her body look too awkward and though she was tempted to wear heels, they're in a bag and instead she's wearing a pair of stylish kung fu flats that most wouldn't assume are made for sparring. They manage to look like any other slip-ons, thankfully, but she's ready to raise a leg at any moment.
When Leon slips forward, though, Jill is almost getting up to steady him and in the process ends up even closer, staring as she puts a hand on his waist as-if that'll ensure he stands or falls. She can smell him just as he can probably smell the faint floral and sweet coconut and vanilla hints of her perfume; it's as quiet and elegant as she can be at times, impossible to get a hint of unless you're this close to her much like how he chooses to wear cologne. It's a personal thing for both of them.
As he nearly chides her, though, Jill is quick to run a hand over his shoulder to play with the collar of his shirt with a sly smile. It's almost worse than her saying anything.
Retracting her hand with ease, she folds her hands comfortably in her lap. ]
I was going to say we should give it a minute before we assault the staff with questions. They're probably swamped. We can start heading up front in fifteen if it's not started? [ Or they hear screaming. Jill isn't visibly equipped, but she has her gun on her lower leg beneath the pants and she's ready to go at any moment -- she makes sure there's that look in her eye when she gazes over at him. ] Does that sound good to you?
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When Leon slips forward, though, Jill is almost getting up to steady him and in the process ends up even closer, staring as she puts a hand on his waist as-if that'll ensure he stands or falls. She can smell him just as he can probably smell the faint floral and sweet coconut and vanilla hints of her perfume; it's as quiet and elegant as she can be at times, impossible to get a hint of unless you're this close to her much like how he chooses to wear cologne. It's a personal thing for both of them.
As he nearly chides her, though, Jill is quick to run a hand over his shoulder to play with the collar of his shirt with a sly smile. It's almost worse than her saying anything.
Retracting her hand with ease, she folds her hands comfortably in her lap. ]
I was going to say we should give it a minute before we assault the staff with questions. They're probably swamped. We can start heading up front in fifteen if it's not started? [ Or they hear screaming. Jill isn't visibly equipped, but she has her gun on her lower leg beneath the pants and she's ready to go at any moment -- she makes sure there's that look in her eye when she gazes over at him. ] Does that sound good to you?