[ She doesn't give him a greeting. Her arms are crossed over her chest, defensively as she comes in. She's on guard now, a pair of scissors tucked into the tops of her stocking. It's not as if she doesn't trust Jack - that is still completely unsure - but she... he said don't trust anyone.
She takes that to heart. ]
Busy night?
[ She knows if he was up, it was for something. She doesn't press the issue. ]
I've come to collect. If you have time, I'd like to have that conversation.
[ He can tell the raspiness in her voice is different, there's... a lack of warmth. Excitement. Happiness. She doesn't look at what he has to offer with doe-eyed wonder. It's a means to an end. Business. ]
no subject
She takes that to heart. ]
Busy night?
[ She knows if he was up, it was for something. She doesn't press the issue. ]
I've come to collect. If you have time, I'd like to have that conversation.
[ He can tell the raspiness in her voice is different, there's... a lack of warmth. Excitement. Happiness. She doesn't look at what he has to offer with doe-eyed wonder. It's a means to an end. Business. ]