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“How are you feeling?”
She followed them, her brow furrowed as the crowd moved, seeming to trust Aisling as the head of the pack.
He followed, grabbing some clothing.
"Uh huh. You ready for today?"
She hesitated before replying to Emerson quietly in another language. He shot back something else, sounding as if he were condemning her. They...
"I'm glad you think so."
"Do you like it?"
She blinked uncertainly, her brow furrowed as she studied him. "Follow you...? Where-" She was interrupted by Emerson pulling her arm back,...
"No, Zaddy. It's just a nice coffee."
She blinked, lowering the torch in surprise. "Dion. Hi." Ellis looked over at her in surprise. "You know him?" Aisling waved him away...
"It's not fancy."
"Magic hands?"
Aisling held up a hand, directing the light of the torch forward and sliding a bullet into her gun's chamber. "Who's there?"
She squinted at him with a frown. "It's a latte...?"
"Mm," he said with a nod, rubbing a sore muscle in her back.
They broke into the city, with Aisling leading the way, holding a torch in her hands. "Come on," she whispered fiercely. "Hurry. Hurry." Ellis...
"Have you ever had coffee before?"
"Is it? Human bodies are just like machines..."
"Keep moving," Emerson said sharply to Lucy as they moved through the field. "You're too exposed." Their party hurried in the dead of the night....
She offered him the latte cheerfully.
