Then that is not your tell, obviously.

[ with a huff and a wave of her hand, before she moves to the counter, pushing herself up to sit on it neatly so she can actually bandage her wounds. and she tosses him a look, holding his gaze.

he's trying to tell her something, with that look. what it is, inej has no idea. not quite. ]

So what is it? [ as she tugs her stack of bandages closer to her thigh, so she can reach. ] Because you are far from a helpless cripple, no matter how much you exaggerate your limp in negotiations.

[ the fool. ]