[ she is going to do her best to sneak up beside him and crouch down. she's still got her cat on her, so queen jumps onto intensity as soon as she's able. ] Meow.
Here. [ offers him a coffee. ] Brought it from the cafe. No sugar, don't worry.
[Picks Queen up and deposits her in the back of golf cart - probably not how you should be holding a cat but here is a guy with zero experience with pets and no desire to learn.]
Bike is in the shop so we'll have to use alternative methods.
[Looks at her from the corner of his eye]
Plans to stay up for a while? Or are you the type that just never sleeps on principle?
[ the cat is not pleased and bristles as soon as she's set down. she's just a fluffed up furball looking mad, but then she starts licking herself while giving intensity the stink eye. ]
For real? I didn't know you wrecked your stuff too. What happened to it?
[ sets both cups down, running her fingers along the rim of each lid. ]
[ rolls her eyes. ] Please. I know Hurricane went hard. I was sitting on the sidelines for this one, because I went hard last game. We take turns. Don't @ me.
[ she doesn't even look at him as she shoves her hand in his face. ]
[ heads into the garage and opens the door to the hummer. ] In here, Queen. [ the cat obliges and jumps inside, making herself comfortable on the seat. ]
I bought two more motorcycles, ...
I thought we could do something fun with them. Like, IDK, fuse them together or... [ trails off and shrugs. ] We haven't taken the helicopter out yet either.
[ a sharp nod, military-professional ] Understood.
[ she pauses, considering something ] ...Actually, do you believe you, or someone you trust, might have the ability to craft flares yourself, given the right materials?
It would provide an extra step of removal between our actions and the knowledge our gracious hosts have access to.
Slip me a book from the library on how they're made, and I'll have another non-FiN purchase the raw materials. If you're looking to make this as discreet as possible.
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