“Psh. I’d never. I’d do the same if I didn’t like my boyfriend so much,” she said, tapping her watch and showing Francis a picture of herself and a scrawny looking man, blushing at the camera as he nervously cleaned his glasses.
She grinned. “Oh, definitely. He gets so worried when I go on these trips,” she said, looking at the watch affectionately before shutting it off.
“Not in these raids, you haven’t. Listen, don’t worry. There’s not enough time in the world to worry.”
Dylan frowned and stepped forward, her head cocked. “It sounds like... a bomb of sorts. But I don’t recognie the tone.”