( he hears movement, but he can't see it. eyes flit from the door to the direction of the pattering of feet against the floor, fingers gripping tight onto the knife. he's expecting the worst, shoulders tensed - but the voice hits as everything but threatening. young, high-pitched, more offended than anything else which isn't - well, it isn't ideal but it also isn't scared which means whoever this is, they're either real great at putting up a front or they're used to people swinging weapons at them. the hero comment is telling. alternatively, generally invulnerable to sharp and pointy objects, which takes jason's number of usable toys down by quite a few.
he doesn't drop the knife, doesn't lower his guard any, and he's still tracking the voice with his eyes. the ear piece starts chattering in his ear, which is fine except it's also fucking with the one sense he can use to figure out if she's moving. his head tips to the right just slightly, the only indication he's acknowledging it at all. )
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he doesn't drop the knife, doesn't lower his guard any, and he's still tracking the voice with his eyes. the ear piece starts chattering in his ear, which is fine except it's also fucking with the one sense he can use to figure out if she's moving. his head tips to the right just slightly, the only indication he's acknowledging it at all. )
You don't look like much of anything.
( you know, because, invisible. )