cantblameagirl | Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ 06

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Warren? Hello, I'm Vala. Before we get into specifics, [LIKE WHY HE IS MISSING FINGERS OH GOD] I'd like to know how long you're planning to stick around.

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[Neal followed suit as before, laughing a little at her latest trio. She certainly got points for creativity. He stepped around her in the line as they arrived at the drink selection, taking the lead. Once they were finished, he waited for her and then began navigating the dining hall to find them a place to sit that was relatively isolated.]

I've also sacrificed my hairdryer in order to save my friends.. [He purred.] ..I don't like guns, and I once had a pet dog named 'Titan'.

We clearly have a lot in common, [she said, following him with a smile in the corners of her mouth. Once they found a table, she sat down and started picking through her meal.]

Earth vegetables are incredibly odd, I think cranberries are the ninja of fruit, and I'll have to disagree with you on guns.

[Neal paid little attention to his food, only sneaking a bite between either of them speaking and keeping his eyes on hers the majority of the time.]

You seem to have strong opinions on food. [He teased, since it seemed most of her clues included some food preference or dislike.] Were you a chef?

[There was a short pause as he thought some more.] The FBI was the last place I thought I would end up, I don't like much dried fruit, and I always wanted a pet rat as a kid.

[Mouth curving in a smirk, she propped her chin up in one hand, elbow on the table while she listened to him. That wasn't a bad question.]

I was a chef, I worked for a secret government organization, and I once lost my memory.

[Neal's smile persisted. It was becoming more and more difficult to remember everything and to endeavor to discern the truth from the lies. It wasn't as if this game was actually helping them to get to know each other. Not really.]

I'm running out of ideas. [He lied.] Why don't you tell me more about the Barge, if you still aren't interested in talking about yourself?

[She was taking that as an outright win, and grinned across the table at him, if briefly.] I suppose it's interesting, there's usually something happening. [She paused] Though the way most tell it, it's something awful. Apparently the Admiral never tells anyone that part.

[Neal didn't mind letting people win, because he wasn't losing if he chose how it ended.] How about something a little more intimate? I already got the brochure and the run down beyond that. It seems like hardly anyone is fond of this place, yet I know there's at least sixty people here.

Closer to a hundred, I think, [she said with a shrug, tapping one finger against her jaw idly.] And it seems like it's fairly normal for inmates to just disappear. My first one was only around a few days. She kept calling me Andrea.

Where do they go? Do wardens disappear as well? [Neal didn't know that the latter question would be answered for him not many days after this conversation. He still wore a hint of a smile, always a part of his expression.]

The name Andrea is a more modern alternate for Alexander. Maybe she considered you a conqueror.

[Vala shrugged, leaning back in her chair again.] I don't really know. She never came back. And I haven't exactly been keeping tabs on everyone. [She just. Hasn't cared that much. She pouted at the idea of Miranda thinking of her as a conqueror.]

I doubt that very much. [The pout faded into a smile.] Do you think I'm a conqueror, Nick?

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