[Predictably, sweetheart rankles, while the patronizing calm down that precedes the diminutive makes her want to kick him in the nuts. Darlene sets her teeth together and flashes him a grin that is more grimace, a clear fuck you. She manages, against all odds, not to give him the pleasure of a verbal response. Does not do anything to control the big mental middle finger she's giving him.]
What it's going to do for me here is a metric shit-ton. If I can get the right access without drinking down some of the Nectar myself. In case you haven't heard, they use this for everything. Including travel.
So, if we can't figure out who the fuck "The Enemy"-- [with one-handed scare quotes and everything] --are before it's too late, we can maybe lock down their travel privileges.
[Which is all so very altruistic and team player. Maybe she's an asshole with a heart of gold after all--except, under Darlene's surface, there are more sinister motives lurking. None of it immediately obvious, nothing anyone could put a name to, save perhaps her broodmates, if they were digging. But the implication is there like a faint bruise.]
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What it's going to do for me here is a metric shit-ton. If I can get the right access without drinking down some of the Nectar myself. In case you haven't heard, they use this for everything. Including travel.
So, if we can't figure out who the fuck "The Enemy"-- [with one-handed scare quotes and everything] --are before it's too late, we can maybe lock down their travel privileges.
[Which is all so very altruistic and team player. Maybe she's an asshole with a heart of gold after all--except, under Darlene's surface, there are more sinister motives lurking. None of it immediately obvious, nothing anyone could put a name to, save perhaps her broodmates, if they were digging. But the implication is there like a faint bruise.]