amyaddiscn:
“Okay yes, that’s true, but five or six hours is even more in cold weather, and I doubt I could’ve made a lot if even any progress in that amount of time.” She was sure of it actually. “North End? Yeah, that’s the neighbourhood that’s been sort of neglected a lot, right? People warned me not to go there when I first moved here, but I walk my dogs there sometimes, and I don’t think it’s that bad honestly.” She laughed at his next comment. “Okay, yeah, blankets would help, and befriending thieves and locksmiths. Do you know any thieves and locksmiths in need of a new friend to help out?”
“Yeah, I lived there for a long time. It’s not bad, the people are protective of their neighbors. Most of my neighbors were ok. I think they were mostly just scared of my room-mates girlfriend who would come around,” he laughs, kind of missing that time in his life. “I know some thieves,” he offers, knowing that it makes the him look bad, “Or, I know some people who used to be thieves. I don’t know if that’s a habit you can break, I never got in to it.” He does know that he has a gag gift from Indiana in his wallet, a ‘My First Lockpick’ set she got for him years ago that she thought was hilarious but Danny was too polite to say otherwise. He wonders if it actually works, or if he remembers how to pick a lock anymore. “Hold on,” he tells Amy, taking his phone out to quickly google lock picking and sighs, “I’ll try,” he says, “It’s not like you’ve got some fancy finger print thing,” which would be scary but for all he knows is that she’s some super spy, maybe he just dreams too much. He crouches, pulling out the little metal picks from his wallet, still unopened but he hopes for the best as he starts to wiggle them in the lock.