Antonie quietly stands beside Roxie as the woman works her 'charms' on the men behind the table. He looks over thw crowd, until Roxie adresses him. He nods to her comment, but then rethinks this.
She's playing it rough. I guess she's made her point, unless... Unless she's waiting for me to drive the point home. Why else would she involve me in the conversation, does she expect me to say something? Would I screw thing up now by adding to her words?
Starkweather's words release Antonie from his torment as he settled things. The tension visibly drops from Antonie's face, especially when he hears that Roxie does indeed intend to take him with her.
Who's the other woman? Does Ms. Roxie even know her? Ah, probably not, ten to one it's just to tease Starkweather now that she has him by the balls. Haha...
Somewhere off, Antonie hears the words "flying" and "War" used in the same sentence. His attention is drawn to the conversation that the men behind him are having. Without actually looking, he follows their conversation. The talk of pilots and the War brings back memories for Antonie, memories he'd rather not have; The trouble with his family, his first flight in a fighter plane, and the horrible crash that doomed him...
Antonie cannot resist the urge to turn his head and look at the three men. From the very first look, he dislikes the man with the moustache. He sees before him everything that he could have been, everything that he failed to become.
Antonie doesn't have long to ponder, as Starkweather once more adresses Roxie. He glares a bit at the man for calling him a thug, but let's it go. He's been called worse, and the fact that he'll join the expedition makes up for it.
Antonie looks back to the man with the moustache, a look of determination grows on his face.
This is my chance, finally. Just wait, and they'll see...
