Raising her eyebrows curiously at the anon, Rachel's eye begins twitching. Not on her behalf, but on his. The insult to his intelligence and judgement was enough to invoke her ire, but then they had the gall to reduce the both of them to walking sex?! She was about to get up to give them a piece of her mind before Connor beat her to it. Sipping her coffee, she lets out a breath blown from puffed cheeks. "I was about to fold them like a fucking lawn chair, but you were faster than me."
“What are you talking about?” Connor asks, “As far as I remember, I have never met the woman the anon describes, and my memory is infallible. They are obviously mistaken.” The RK returns to his work, not even a little perturbed. He knows who he chooses to associate with and has full confidence in who they are as individuals. The last person he would believe is a person who chooses to hide behind a mask.
