[ after giving it a once-over, she tucks the key into the garter strapped to her thigh, just beside a short row of throwing knives. at his question, she turns to him with a dazzling smile, a kate bishop standard, the kind that gives one the impression they're staring right down the barrel of a gun. ]
Let me worry about that.
[ it is definitely worrisome, to say the least, but she doesn't seem at all fazed by it. instead, she looks him over, readjusts the lapels of his blazer. ]
Four doors down the hall to the left, right? [ she recounts the layout of the museum still fresh in her mind, but it pays to double-check. ]
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Let me worry about that.
[ it is definitely worrisome, to say the least, but she doesn't seem at all fazed by it. instead, she looks him over, readjusts the lapels of his blazer. ]
Four doors down the hall to the left, right? [ she recounts the layout of the museum still fresh in her mind, but it pays to double-check. ]