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"I don't know if that's how it works."
He shook his head. "I'm just going to listen to the radio to make sure."
She tilted her head at him. "Yeah?"
He sighed. "I know. Nor do I."
She pursed her lips, squinting as she hesitated. "Eh.."
"I'm not sure," he said again, "we have to wait and see when something happens."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that really how it works?"
He nodded decisively. "I'm not sure when things might happen. It's a waiting game."
"What plan? The overall plan? I guess this would be maintenance."
She rolled her eyes. "That last guy didn't seem too charmed."
He frowned. "No, not really. I'm just making sure people don't get hurt."
"How will we do this?"
"What I'm thinking is I'll be helping the people on the street in case anything happens," he said, making vague gestures with his hands, "and you...
She nodded hesitantly, following him.
He looked up at her. "Being my eye in the sky."
She frowned. "So what does that mean?"
"I'm not planning on rioting with everyone else," he said easily. "Don't worry. I might need your help, though."
She crossed her arms. "Okay. Tonight, then. That's soon."
He sighed. "Most likely make arrests and, well.. get physical if they need to."
She backed off, looking a little upset at his reaction. "Okay. Sorry."
