[ her eyes follow the motion, maybe because she's used to that. Brendan stuff his hands in his pockets too. only with John it feels less like a habit, and more like a definitive way of closing off. maybe she's just reading too far into it. hm. she tips her head, lets her bangs shift to the side beiber style, as she squints at him. ]

Doesn't sound like I'm the one you need to be worried about. [ there's a pause, but then she's shifting on her feet, a genuine request here, not just a snarky one-liner or is it ] Just make sure he stays away from me, yeah? If you talk to him, don't- whatever. Just tell him it's done. [ don't let him talk to me. don't let him near me. ]