[She's always into it - same as him. Same as the quiet, reluctant scoff that precedes her hold on him going lax altogether. His office means more travel, more distractions, more time away from killing and possibly more delays and some part of her (the wild, gun slinging, perpetually unsuppressed part of her) just isn't feeling the notion. It's too formal, too...planned.
On top of a day full of planning as is.
Nisha shrugs. Lifts her hands to feign a somewhat unenthusiastic surrender-- just before stamping out that image entirely.]
Nah. [Tough luck, Jack.] Sounds like a lot of work.
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On top of a day full of planning as is.
Nisha shrugs. Lifts her hands to feign a somewhat unenthusiastic surrender-- just before stamping out that image entirely.]
Nah. [Tough luck, Jack.] Sounds like a lot of work.