"Very scary," she said. "Although I can't help feeling flattered that you have admitted that you need me for the mission."
"I don't need you. I need a medic in case the ambassador might be in any harm. You think very highly, hm?"
She raised a finger in the air. "You said, and I quote... 'I need you for this mission for now.'" She crossed her arms and smiled smugly.
"Well, I don't see any other medics around here. Do you?" He looked around, placing a hand on his chin. "Unless you care to find another one, then yes, I need you, a medic, on this mission."
"Hmph. I have a name you know, and it's not 'Boy' or 'Suit Boy'. You should really use it," he said plainly.
"But 'Suit Boy' is accurate," she said coyly, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm apparently 'Medic,' so it only seems fair."
She chuckled. "Francis, I'm fairly positive you forgot my name the instant we were introduced. But if it really bothers you, I'll stop."
"I see. I stand corrected," she said, raising her hands in a mock surrender. "I will call you Francis from now on."
He didn't reply, instead just walked on, staring ahead through the trees and patiently waiting to reach the destination.
They walked in silence for a while, with Poppy stopping occasionally to peer at the world around her. The trees here were unlike the ones in her home, and they intrigued her. She caught up to him after one of these investigations, her head cocked thoughtfully. "Francis," she said. "I just had a thought. What if we go in there with one of us pretending to turn the other one in? We should be escorted to the holding cells immediately then, right?"
"That was a long time ago. Do you really a short girl like you would be able to, believably, detain me? I'm a trained professional. You know that, and so would they, if I was a prisoner."
She tapped her finger on her chin. "You make a good point," she said, nodding. "But I'm also a bad-ass."
