She didn't think he did it on purpose. And were he anyone else she'd ever known, it would have rolled off, like water on a duck. But she cared about him, really and truly. Oh she'd cared for people before, helped and protected them, but she'd never... attached, there way she had with Trevor Belmont. She'd never fallen in love. Didn't think it was possible, really. Shows what she knew.
"Please do it where I can see his face," she says, casting a smile at him.
She came out with several hand guns, on the first trip, which she tucked in the duffel. There were pockets and straps inside. This duffle was made to transport guns. Lots of guns. Which she had.
"Good, so you can load up on some of my hardware. You ever use a flamethrower, love?"
Oh yes, the affectionate. She was English, born and bred, but it was often hard to tell by the accent. Generally, she came off very American, when she talked. So, was it literally her calling him her love? Or just a nickname? The answer was both simple and incredibly complicated, but still was a 'yes'.
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"Please do it where I can see his face," she says, casting a smile at him.
She came out with several hand guns, on the first trip, which she tucked in the duffel. There were pockets and straps inside. This duffle was made to transport guns. Lots of guns. Which she had.
"Good, so you can load up on some of my hardware. You ever use a flamethrower, love?"
Oh yes, the affectionate. She was English, born and bred, but it was often hard to tell by the accent. Generally, she came off very American, when she talked. So, was it literally her calling him her love? Or just a nickname? The answer was both simple and incredibly complicated, but still was a 'yes'.