(The thought rattles her for a moment. The last time she saw her old man, he'd been going gray at the temples just like Martinez.)
"Y-yeah. We're with Ra- uh, Eric." Lindianne stumbles over her words for a moment before rallying. It feels weird referring to Rabbit by his real name. Like it's something she's not supposed to know.
"He's on his way," she says quietly as she sits down across from Martinez. "We made sure he got your message, trust me." It feels weird to have a conversation with a Cleaner. This guy has probably killed people. And yet, sitting here, he looks less like a menace and more like...
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(The thought rattles her for a moment. The last time she saw her old man, he'd been going gray at the temples just like Martinez.)
"Y-yeah. We're with Ra- uh, Eric." Lindianne stumbles over her words for a moment before rallying. It feels weird referring to Rabbit by his real name. Like it's something she's not supposed to know.
"He's on his way," she says quietly as she sits down across from Martinez. "We made sure he got your message, trust me." It feels weird to have a conversation with a Cleaner. This guy has probably killed people. And yet, sitting here, he looks less like a menace and more like...
Well, he looks like just some average guy.
"I'm Parker."