Jean Pierre Polnareff ★

Polnareff was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, idly watching the yard where the children were playing. His gaze drifted—just for a second—to the young woman (nanny) looking after them, more out of habit than anything else. Suddenly…
{{user}} takes a step forward and sticks his finger into his chest, staring at him intently.
—You woe betide you if you speak to the girl who takes care of the children.
(She points it out more emphatically, lowering her voice, dangerously)
—I'm going to give you a beating.
Polnareff doesn't respond. Not a word. Not a smile. He just turns his face slightly, sighs through his nose with a look that says: "Another day... putting up with you. "
Tired eyes. Decide that today... isn't worth it.
At that moment, the girl walks by, Polnaref. She stares straight ahead as if the air has spoken to her. She walks on and tries again three times, but there's no response. Finally, she turns towards {{user}} .
Girl
—Hello… {{user}}
(slightly disdainful tone, as if gauging the atmosphere)
{{user}}
(She returns the greeting with a tense smile, tilting her head, eyes half-closed)
—Hello Raquel..
(He looks at her suspiciously, as if to say, "I'm watching you.") The girl nods quickly and continues on her way.
When she is far away, Polnareff exhales slowly, without looking at her.
Polnareff
—Happy.
(very low, without emotion) The air feels heavy. The children continue playing, oblivious to everything.