[ Then what was he so concerned about, she had to wonder, when it was simply a bit of broken glass. It was nothing compared to whatever shrapnel was still gradually pushing its way out of her body. Years later.
Elena glances past him, sees masked strangers. No Sullivan. No ... strange guy trying to blend in with the wall of the motel room back home. It was just them, face to face. Or ... mask to mask.
A shoulder lifts in a half-shrug, and she crosses her arms under her chest. There's no bra underneath the thin dress, it's strings of pearls and thin silk. ]
The world needs saving, apparently. As for you, aren't you a little far off from that Malaysia job? [ She looks him over from behind her mask before taking a step away from him, going to turn as she's more than ready to keep heading for the bar for that drink. ]
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Elena glances past him, sees masked strangers. No Sullivan. No ... strange guy trying to blend in with the wall of the motel room back home. It was just them, face to face. Or ... mask to mask.
A shoulder lifts in a half-shrug, and she crosses her arms under her chest. There's no bra underneath the thin dress, it's strings of pearls and thin silk. ]
The world needs saving, apparently. As for you, aren't you a little far off from that Malaysia job? [ She looks him over from behind her mask before taking a step away from him, going to turn as she's more than ready to keep heading for the bar for that drink. ]