[ It's a good mask she's got, Carver notes. He wonders if she's practiced. People look at a small, pretty woman, and they tend to draw certain conclusions when she smiles. That probably makes Root's work easier. He watches her silently and resolves never to make that mistake. For now, he marks what she says and how, notes how she moves, how quick she'll be if she draws a weapon. You have to know these things, son, the commander murmurs in his ear. Otherwise it's your fault if they catch you.
He twitches, forcing himself to hold still and not pivot out of the way or shoulder check her out of reflex as she brushes past. Forcing into personal space - that's usually his trick.
Oh, this one's going to be dangerous, isn't she? ]
She, [ he echoes. The AI has a gender. Okay. ] What's she like?
no subject
He twitches, forcing himself to hold still and not pivot out of the way or shoulder check her out of reflex as she brushes past. Forcing into personal space - that's usually his trick.
Oh, this one's going to be dangerous, isn't she? ]
She, [ he echoes. The AI has a gender. Okay. ] What's she like?