[There's no answer he can give that will satisfy Law's questioning, or his own for that matter, so he just shrugs. Hopefully they'll have an answer soon. And in preparation for what form that answer might take, he suddenly feels very conscious of where his pistol is. Just, you know, in case.
But the door opens and everything inside feels exceptionally normal, and that contrast is maybe the most jarring of all. He stares past the woman for a moment, assessing what he can see and hear and smell of the inside. Why does that door form some kind of boundary between two worlds? Why has the silence outside stayed outside? He's fine with letting Law talk in the hopes it gives him a few more moments to concentrate on this particularly strange puzzle.
No answer comes, at least not yet, but Rosinante watches the woman's eyes as the list is mentioned. The shift from average, bored, slightly annoyed, to seeming like there might be anyone watching around any corner is striking, but expected of the conspiracy types he's come across in previous missions, so all that skepticism comes flooding right back, pushing at his willingness to be taken in by the strangeness of her neighborhood.
Anyway, he ducks to enter and hits his head all the same, because that's his goddamned life, and the smack rattles his teeth. With one hand rubbing the top of his head, the other closes the door as he follows in after Law.]
Thanks. Sorry we had to drop in without warning, [he says, though it's just a courtesy. Giving some of these folks time to prepare means walking into a whole labyrinth of sticky notes and odd photos and string tacked to walls. Better to get the info without a whole theatrical presentation alongside it.]
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But the door opens and everything inside feels exceptionally normal, and that contrast is maybe the most jarring of all. He stares past the woman for a moment, assessing what he can see and hear and smell of the inside. Why does that door form some kind of boundary between two worlds? Why has the silence outside stayed outside? He's fine with letting Law talk in the hopes it gives him a few more moments to concentrate on this particularly strange puzzle.
No answer comes, at least not yet, but Rosinante watches the woman's eyes as the list is mentioned. The shift from average, bored, slightly annoyed, to seeming like there might be anyone watching around any corner is striking, but expected of the conspiracy types he's come across in previous missions, so all that skepticism comes flooding right back, pushing at his willingness to be taken in by the strangeness of her neighborhood.
Anyway, he ducks to enter and hits his head all the same, because that's his goddamned life, and the smack rattles his teeth. With one hand rubbing the top of his head, the other closes the door as he follows in after Law.]
Thanks. Sorry we had to drop in without warning, [he says, though it's just a courtesy. Giving some of these folks time to prepare means walking into a whole labyrinth of sticky notes and odd photos and string tacked to walls. Better to get the info without a whole theatrical presentation alongside it.]