Date: 2010-03-30 07:54 pm (UTC)
She just grinned at him when he rolled his eyes at her, able to tell the difference between the negative type, and what that was. She stayed quiet as he made the call, getting up eventually to clean up what mess they'd made while eating breakfast, and by the time he was finished she was putting the last glass in the cupboard.

She had raised an eyebrow at the change in his voice, but didn't recognized it. For her? It was Norah Bennet, after all.

"And how the hell are we going to get across town in half an hour?"
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