[He's caught off guard, which is... not a great look, when he's out of his armor like this. There's a clatter, pieces in his lap spilling to the ground, and he's pitching himself up, one hand already on his weapon—
— and then he stops, once he sees who it is, half-stooped and rolling his eyes.]
Andraste's tits, Ellie. [He snatches her arrow out of the dirt, and makes what is probably an unfamiliar but unmistakably rude hand gesture.] Piss off.
[Again, one of those things where he's pretty sure tone conveys enough by itself. That is: mostly bluster, without much heat.]
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— and then he stops, once he sees who it is, half-stooped and rolling his eyes.]
Andraste's tits, Ellie. [He snatches her arrow out of the dirt, and makes what is probably an unfamiliar but unmistakably rude hand gesture.] Piss off.
[Again, one of those things where he's pretty sure tone conveys enough by itself. That is: mostly bluster, without much heat.]