So never. Oh really? You’d make an awful teacher. You’re being purposefully obtuse and I don’t care for it.

Is he ever there? It’s not really something I consider. Sarcasm is also quite beautiful. Really? I’d have never guessed.

I think that’s what you’re hoping I’ll say. I won’t, though. Scaries and wilds…such compliments. My deal is that I live here. Everyone has a story, that’s called life. How often have you been struck in the head?

I didn’t yell. I can survive without your company just as well.

I haven’t done anything ‘shady’. I think you invented the practice, though.

I really don’t think you know what you’re talking about.

She frowns at his answer. The idea of a person being another’s possession agitates her. She’s got her own experience with being owned like that. It makes her stomach churn. “You should not be here.” She counters, digits curling around the bars as she moves closer. He’s a point. If she’s >

I’ll meet you there.

So you do know about real food… Sounds good.

Yeah, I could eat.

I did.

She frowns at his soft spoken words. Drawing nearer to the chained man both to hear him better and from curiosity. “No, it is no life. Who dares bind you?”

Maybe, but you should try it with real food.

I don’t believe we’re at war now, not here. You could eat anything.

Why do you subsist on such junk?

Ah, I thought you were making a point about our last incident. I don’t believe I leave people standing long enough to have a word-of-mouth reputation.

What are you trying to say about me?

Know the feeling?

Living half a life.

Do tell.

They do not, but she won’t bring it up if he doesn’t.

A couple hours. Are you bored?

That wasn’t me, I think.

She doesn’t mind his company.

Rich coming from you.

If you say so.

Tahiti.

…for the time being. Would he like her to leave?

Not presently, no.

I had a feeling you’d come around.

I suppose I’ll go by myself.

Those in glass houses, Frank.

Sourpuss.

I’m a busy woman.

Oh, that. That was exciting, no? Got the blood pumping.

Maybe, but tell me anyways.

“Active investigation?” Asks the woman, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the crime scene. Too…uptown to be here, but she is anyways. “I’m visiting a friend. They live through here.” And stealing a peek at this active crime scene, but that’s not important.

Why not?

Man after my heart, here.

Ah, c’mon.

“Ah, I did not see an established perimeter.” She lifts her head to look around, as if there’d be little flags noting the ‘perimeter’. Smiling to herself slightly. She looks back at the woman as she speaks next. “I work for big paper, and my name is not important.” Joking.

She looks from his face to the flashed tags, and then back towards his eyes. She had a set like that once, but they were more for her keeper’s identification than her own. “Logan. That’s a fine name.”

You can call me El. What do I call you?

Hm.

We are kindred spirits, I think. I feel similar. Aimless is the word I attribute to it. Listless, maybe. Wandering purposeless in search of…whatever comes. Don’t know shit about fuck…that’s funny.

What do you mean?

Mm, no. I’m quiet…nomadic. Are you from here?