[It is a very tempting suggestion. When there's a wall between Darlene and something that she wants--either to have or to know--then she can only think about how to get that wall down, herself. No assistance necessary. She figured out a long time ago how to game the system, but that was before, when she wasn't literally in alien territory. Shit has changed.
She keeps that narrow stare fixed on him, like she can suss his shit out using the power of her eyes alone. Feeling out for motivations, for anything that smells bad. He has his reasons. They're there, indistinct, like trying to see into a grimy pane of smoked glass.
Everyone's got motivations. That doesn't mean jack.]
And how exactly do you and your brother get me a cooperative Second. You ask nice?
[Tellingly, she's questioning only that part of the plan. Not the part where she gets to fuck up itineraries or get secret intel.]
no subject
She keeps that narrow stare fixed on him, like she can suss his shit out using the power of her eyes alone. Feeling out for motivations, for anything that smells bad. He has his reasons. They're there, indistinct, like trying to see into a grimy pane of smoked glass.
Everyone's got motivations. That doesn't mean jack.]
And how exactly do you and your brother get me a cooperative Second. You ask nice?
[Tellingly, she's questioning only that part of the plan. Not the part where she gets to fuck up itineraries or get secret intel.]