[ Root has let people think the best or worst of her so many times, it shouldn't bother her now. Very few people actually know her. But it does bother her. If he's going to be even tangentially part of the team, if she's going to take him seriously -- which, begrudgingly, she does -- Root doesn't want him to get the wrong impression. ]
You asked for my favorite, [ she points out steadily, reaching up to rearrange an inconsequential part of her hair in a subtle tell of discomfort. ] I did plenty of those jobs, too. Except no one told me to. It's just something I'm good at.
[ So why not do it, she figured. Root had ethical limits ... but they were far past Harold's, and even what she's adopted now, willingly, is past what Harold would prefer. ]
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You asked for my favorite, [ she points out steadily, reaching up to rearrange an inconsequential part of her hair in a subtle tell of discomfort. ] I did plenty of those jobs, too. Except no one told me to. It's just something I'm good at.
[ So why not do it, she figured. Root had ethical limits ... but they were far past Harold's, and even what she's adopted now, willingly, is past what Harold would prefer. ]
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[Everyone speaks of Root with admiration.]
What're you bad at?