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"However," he continued. "I will answer questions that are not so personal. Like the one you asked before."
She looked around curiously, her head tilted.
He squinted at her suspiciously. "I'm still not telling you anything."
She laughed wryly. "Wow. Simple as that."
He raised his eyebrows at her disapprovingly. "You had a chance to leave."
She folded her arms, not looking at him. "I'm stressed."
He glared at her. "Why are you so insistent on knowing?"
"Yeah, but you're here because of me. I don't like it, to tell you the truth. It's all just.. crazy."
He nodded approvingly, looking back down at the paper. "Good. Then Saturday is the day."
She looked worried. "But Ferris.. You shouldn't have to be their victim. This isn't your fault."
He looked up at her. "Just fine?"
She grinned, looking up at him. "How about pepper spray?"
He pointed on the map to a distant street. "Is this okay?"
She looked up at him, slowly realizing worrying wasn't going to help. She then raised her fists. It would be threatening if she were any sort of...
"About the mission," he said with a shrug. "Anything to add?"
"I'm looking," she said. "I'm worried."
"Alright. Do you have any other ideas?"
"Okay," she said, looking around with a frown.
"They don't own the cars. Besides, they wouldn't know it's us in it."
She nodded, frowning slightly. "Alright."
