[Lee jerks her head up and down in something that's probably supposed to be an agreeance on his forethought, but really comes out as more of cutting through the air with her jaw. There's a lot of tension right now, in enemy territory with a man who is at once a great asset and a great liability. He can charm himself out of indirect danger, sure, but if things swarm or go too far sour Lee could potentially have to literally carry him out the door.
The book is caught without hesitation, a welcome momentary distraction. She shuffles it under her arm and strides over to him, raising a judgmental eyebrow at his pocketing of the...whatever that tool is. It's shiny, so clearly it's going to hide itself in Alastair's jacket.
Whatever, at least he uses most of his money to buy them supplies.]
Good thinking. [She's clearly distracted, though, and the compliment is a bit flat.] Are we still going to go destroy the maps they've made of our camps? [It's been a problem, being ambushed at a few of their scattered resistances of the Petunia Guard, and even though they have safe places still it had seemed wise to put a stop to as much of their intelligence as possible.]
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The book is caught without hesitation, a welcome momentary distraction. She shuffles it under her arm and strides over to him, raising a judgmental eyebrow at his pocketing of the...whatever that tool is. It's shiny, so clearly it's going to hide itself in Alastair's jacket.
Whatever, at least he uses most of his money to buy them supplies.]
Good thinking. [She's clearly distracted, though, and the compliment is a bit flat.] Are we still going to go destroy the maps they've made of our camps? [It's been a problem, being ambushed at a few of their scattered resistances of the Petunia Guard, and even though they have safe places still it had seemed wise to put a stop to as much of their intelligence as possible.]