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She shrugged. "We've already got you and Sawyer."
Gabe gasped at her tongue, flinching away dramatically.
"I slept well. It was nice with you."
"I'm expecting that I don't die, actually."
"Nuh uh. You smell nice."
Avice pursed her lips. "I don't think we'll have another."
He looked up at her nervously. "You could."
She nodded, sitting at the table. "Yeah. I'm glad."
"I think you hardly care about our safety."
"No! It's good."
"I'm not sure. Blue eyes are good too, though."
"It's usually arms, and they just try to straighten it and let it heal."
She hesitated. "Yeah. You?"
She grinned. "It's great. It smells like you."
"Well maybe if these business meeting didn't turn into sabotages.."
"Yes, we do."
He shrugged. "Depends on the injury."
She became rather shy, flushing as she observed. "Hi.."
There was a grin on her face. "I love it."
Francis suddenly grew frustrated. "No! You need to take this seriously! This is the third time we have almost gotten killed on these missions and...
