[Life inside of a hazmat suit is unpleasant. Lindianne is still sweating bullets even as she folds her hand impassively in front of her. One wrong move, one errant twitch, one incorrect hunch, and both the SHD and Wolfpack will be down two shooters.]
[She doesn't intend to die . Not to the Dollar Flu. Not to the factions tearing across New York. She can't afford to.]
What were you doing following the JTF around?
[She stares at the man in the bed, face like a marble statue. The only betrayal of the nervousness coiling in her gut is the way the side of her mouth twitches. She takes a step forward. Folding her arms, she looks at him and lets the silence stretch out uncomfortably.]
You talk to him- [She nods at Vegas.] -He lets me know what you say, and I see about Dr Kandel making you comfortable. Or you play the mule, and you get to stay here and stew. Your call.
I'm only going to ask it once more: why were you following the JTF around? Who are you?
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[She doesn't intend to die . Not to the Dollar Flu. Not to the factions tearing across New York. She can't afford to.]
What were you doing following the JTF around?
[She stares at the man in the bed, face like a marble statue. The only betrayal of the nervousness coiling in her gut is the way the side of her mouth twitches. She takes a step forward. Folding her arms, she looks at him and lets the silence stretch out uncomfortably.]
You talk to him- [She nods at Vegas.] -He lets me know what you say, and I see about Dr Kandel making you comfortable. Or you play the mule, and you get to stay here and stew. Your call.
I'm only going to ask it once more: why were you following the JTF around? Who are you?