[coffee in hand, she pauses at the door in crossing back over and locks it, then makes doubly sure her journal is where she left it - in plain sight at the end of the bar, closed and weighted down with a full, large bottle of spiced rum]
It's just us, now.
[she sets the mug down and seats herself across from him with a bearing that makes it clear: this isn't an interrogation by any means, but neither will she brook any half answers or bullshit. she respects him too much]
Action & Private
[coffee in hand, she pauses at the door in crossing back over and locks it, then makes doubly sure her journal is where she left it - in plain sight at the end of the bar, closed and weighted down with a full, large bottle of spiced rum]
It's just us, now.
[she sets the mug down and seats herself across from him with a bearing that makes it clear: this isn't an interrogation by any means, but neither will she brook any half answers or bullshit. she respects him too much]
So, which are you, truly?