Malia Carrido
I watch before a mental snap signals understanding in my mind. I gaze at the Brit's green orbs and I know that he very well does feel for the American. I say nothing, but I look at the American and smile gently, not mean or anything, just, admiring. I couldn't help but think it was a little sweet, and I wasn't fighting anyways. I inclined my head and chuckled, shaking my head slightly at my brothers naiive tendencies.
But I knew that he was all too right.
And the British Captains face said it all.
I honestly felt kind of bad for the blonde, because he really couldn't quie deny it.
"Hm." I grunt a little and back off, showing that I won't make any moves, for sure as I slip my weapon back into its sheith. I then cross my arms over my chest before I smile just a little bit.






