[Good enough for her. Pulling away, she snaps the lid back on the medical kit, thumb resting across the latch almost pensively. She likes to think of herself as pragmatic, efficient— but for as long as she can remember, ever since he showed up, he's always been...
Different. Understands her work in his own way. Maybe it's that they both operate so similarly on opposite ends of the spectrum: working in isolation through the shadows where no one else bothers to look. She always thought if it came down to it, she'd be fine with the eventuality that he'd lose his footing in Los Muertos somewhere. Someone would want him gone. A lot of someones, even.
Walking into his apartment, thinking he might be dead— it's waded through those assumptions with a pinprick sensation of brittleness. Something that's eased now, despite her frustrations.]
I'll keep you updated.
[Not on what she finds— that, at least, he's better off not knowing— but on how much leverage she can bet on with it. Picking it apart, sorting out who might buckle under the threat of it. He's right: eventually they might realize it isn't La Muerte that's in possession of their stolen information, and she needs all the seconds he can spare.]
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[Good enough for her. Pulling away, she snaps the lid back on the medical kit, thumb resting across the latch almost pensively. She likes to think of herself as pragmatic, efficient— but for as long as she can remember, ever since he showed up, he's always been...
Different. Understands her work in his own way. Maybe it's that they both operate so similarly on opposite ends of the spectrum: working in isolation through the shadows where no one else bothers to look. She always thought if it came down to it, she'd be fine with the eventuality that he'd lose his footing in Los Muertos somewhere. Someone would want him gone. A lot of someones, even.
Walking into his apartment, thinking he might be dead— it's waded through those assumptions with a pinprick sensation of brittleness. Something that's eased now, despite her frustrations.]
I'll keep you updated.
[Not on what she finds— that, at least, he's better off not knowing— but on how much leverage she can bet on with it. Picking it apart, sorting out who might buckle under the threat of it. He's right: eventually they might realize it isn't La Muerte that's in possession of their stolen information, and she needs all the seconds he can spare.]