Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
That he did. Something they could both agree on. Maeve watches as he works, staying out of his way as he works, but watching him as he does so. She's unwilling to deny herself this simple pleasure, but she doesn't deny herself much when it comes to the Captain.
It's not until he moves back towards the edge of the fountain and she follows suit, mimicking his movements to sip on her own tea, lounging almost lazily on this new perch. "Indeed. I had no plans to dally given the current circumstances." The next question has her humming in consideration, licking her lips as she lowers her teacup, "I've been thinking about it. I'm considering a safehouse of some sort. Something purely offensive will be... telling. I'm not trying to stir the pot"
It's not until he moves back towards the edge of the fountain and she follows suit, mimicking his movements to sip on her own tea, lounging almost lazily on this new perch. "Indeed. I had no plans to dally given the current circumstances." The next question has her humming in consideration, licking her lips as she lowers her teacup, "I've been thinking about it. I'm considering a safehouse of some sort. Something purely offensive will be... telling. I'm not trying to stir the pot"
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
