[There's a low hollow light coming in from the street through the open window behind her, but it's dark in the safe house itself and her shadow stretches long before her. It melts into the rest of the room and her eye strains after it to parse any shift or curl of smoke.
She doesn't stray far from the window. Maybe that too is an old habit - stay somewhere an ally can see you if they're looking, though it paints her against the light for Gabriel's benefit as well.]
The ones that suit me. [On the rooftop, she might have dreaded hearing him talk - something revolting in the unatural drag of his voice -, but she's put it out of her mind now.] I don't remember us being very good at respecting rank and file to begin with. Do you?
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She doesn't stray far from the window. Maybe that too is an old habit - stay somewhere an ally can see you if they're looking, though it paints her against the light for Gabriel's benefit as well.]
The ones that suit me. [On the rooftop, she might have dreaded hearing him talk - something revolting in the unatural drag of his voice -, but she's put it out of her mind now.] I don't remember us being very good at respecting rank and file to begin with. Do you?