[ Surprise registers, more at that change in subject than her inherent understanding. But he offers the folder over without complaint, letting her look for herself. Labeled Gate Locations, one sheet of paper, sparse details on a Maine compound. ]
That's it? No questions?
[ She isn't rolling with it. If she was, he'd be less concerned. This is... deliberately sidelining it, tagging it as something she'd rather not deal with. Not been there, done that.
He knows what been there, done that looks like. Intimately. ]
no subject
That's it? No questions?
[ She isn't rolling with it. If she was, he'd be less concerned. This is... deliberately sidelining it, tagging it as something she'd rather not deal with. Not been there, done that.
He knows what been there, done that looks like. Intimately. ]