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“Well, obviously,” Emerie stressed in the perfect ‘duh’ tone, though there was a slight grin slipping across her lips. Not everyone was a thief. Hell, not everyone broke the law. Most people were normal, upstanding citizens who abided by the rules and lived their lives in their perfect little houses on their perfect little streets. “That’s why you can’t get caught when you steal one of those. One of anything, really. But especially one of those.” She lifted an eyebrow at him, lips pressing into a thin line before she let out a slow shrug. “Maybe a few stories, yeah. I’m not much of a sharer, though, so sorry to disappoint.”
She let out a light snort, head jerking back with a laugh. She turned her attention out past him to across the street, eyes scanning and watching. “Haven’t planned that far ahead yet,” she said. “Though I doubt I’d go that route. I’ll probably just head back home if this gets too boring. People deserve to live their lives the way they want to live them. I’ve got no right taking any of that away from them just because I can do something they can’t.” His admittance was enough to give her pause and she turned back to look at him. “You don’t seem like the villain type, though. How often do heroes think they’re heroes, anyways?”
Emerie paid no attention to his clamoring into the cab–he was still moving and still active and she had no right to judge him on how fast or smooth he could do that. It wasn’t her place and it wasn’t anyone else’s. She all but slide in behind him, a smooth motion that was both elegant and calculated at the same time. “Haven’t been to many places outside the tower,” she admitted with a shrug. “I just like to walk around most of the time. Places are too crowded. Too confined. But if it’s any better than the stuff they serve at the Tower then I might have to pay it visit.”
“Ah, got it,” he said with a slight nod. Dan understood the weird limbo they all seemed to fall in where, by virtue of their admission, they were forced to be together and act at the very least cordial, yet lots of people were still essentially strangers to each other. It was bizarre at times, but Dan wasn’t going to question it, and he let that thread go without comment before moving on, even if it was just to something as weighty.
“Careful not to let some of those goody-two-shoes inside hear that talk,” he said with a grin formed with irony. “After all, we’re supposed to be the good guys. Whatever that really means anymore.”
As they rode, Dan couldn’t help a glance at the driver - being able to drive a car seemed like a pipe dream at this point, but he wouldn’t admit it. He wanted the independence, yet everytime he even sat in the driver’s seat, he began to feel overwhelmed with panic. To distract himself, he focused on the conversation instead, nodding along to her sentiment. “Sucks for you we’re right in the middle of the city, then,” he said matter of factly, along with a hint of sympathy. “Privacy here is, like...I dunno, just not much of it to go around. Especially at that damn tower. Feels...weird, y’know? I mean, some of those guys get fan mail, can you believe it? And nah? Dude, we’ll have to go sometime, okay?”
