[ She rolls her eyes as he leaves, he's right. If that aura really is strong enough to withstand a bomb, she can't lay a scratch on him without a huge mega-ploy in play. And he's fun to fight against. He's fun to unnerve He's fun to trick into thinking she's honest to god insane when there was a method to everything she did-- down to the fake timer on the real bomb.

"I can do it, I just want to see what you'd do."

Sacrifice her, apparently. She smiles. It wouldn't even be a second thought for her in the same position. Maybe she'd be delightedly talking about dying together, though.

He is cute, and that's a pain. He's very electric when they're toying with each other, playing the calm and sarcastic half to her earnest energy and forthrightness. When they're on each other's sides. If and whenever the hell he comes out, her disposition will have changed completely. ]

Might as well spill the dumpster fires we came from that lead us to signing the bill. Or lie aggressively about it? Where do you come from?