"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
Of course he doesn't realize what she's talking about. He's had so many other things to focus on and he's been eager to wash his hands of this place. The role he played here no longer his to handle and Maeve can't exactly blame him for it. She imagines if the roles were reversed she'd be just as on edge to get out as he was. "I have plans to work on our defenses next. I have thoughts for what to do for that, but nothing's written in stone yet." Another shrug is offered as they slowly make their way towards their next store.
"Yes, I know. I would have gone with you to turn things in, but I knew you were taking Kamaria and Nate was there too. I was worried that perhaps I'd be intruding." It had seemed like a family affair at the time and Maeve knew that even now Nate wasn't her biggest fan. Likely even less so with Locke's disappearance. They were something like friends and she wouldn't be surprised if he blamed her for him running off. Her expression falters and whatever light in her eyes dims as they scan the different labels, picking bottles off the shelf with the intention of reading the labels, but not really seeing anything.
Eventually she settles on a type of gin that boasts claims of sweet honeysuckle notes and a Poli Miele Honey Liqueur. She carries both to the counter, adding a final bottle of something stronger that matches one of his selections, "I'll let you know how it goes, though. I'm sure they'll help a lot. Hopefully with them in place we won't have a repeat of last Longheat."
"Yes, I know. I would have gone with you to turn things in, but I knew you were taking Kamaria and Nate was there too. I was worried that perhaps I'd be intruding." It had seemed like a family affair at the time and Maeve knew that even now Nate wasn't her biggest fan. Likely even less so with Locke's disappearance. They were something like friends and she wouldn't be surprised if he blamed her for him running off. Her expression falters and whatever light in her eyes dims as they scan the different labels, picking bottles off the shelf with the intention of reading the labels, but not really seeing anything.
Eventually she settles on a type of gin that boasts claims of sweet honeysuckle notes and a Poli Miele Honey Liqueur. She carries both to the counter, adding a final bottle of something stronger that matches one of his selections, "I'll let you know how it goes, though. I'm sure they'll help a lot. Hopefully with them in place we won't have a repeat of last Longheat."
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