"I never got those lessons," she counters with mock gravity. "Do you know the Girl Scouts wouldn't have me? They said I was trouble, I have no idea what that's about."
She waits behind him as he gets the stairwell door open, trying to casually keep lookout. She's ready to walk through behind him but he stops short; at his explanation. Rachel's eyes widen a little, and she nods, understanding. They can't be on camera, there can't be any record they were here or any means of identifying them later.
She follows Bruce to the window, eyes tracking him breaking its seal and the window swinging out. She leans out to see what's beyond, and she has a brief oh holy shit moment. But then she takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and lifts her chin; the smile she summons is a near-perfect confident one.
"Okay. Ladies first, right?" She grasps the window frame and swings a leg out, planting that foot on the steel platform beyond before slipping the rest of the way out.
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She waits behind him as he gets the stairwell door open, trying to casually keep lookout. She's ready to walk through behind him but he stops short; at his explanation. Rachel's eyes widen a little, and she nods, understanding. They can't be on camera, there can't be any record they were here or any means of identifying them later.
She follows Bruce to the window, eyes tracking him breaking its seal and the window swinging out. She leans out to see what's beyond, and she has a brief oh holy shit moment. But then she takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and lifts her chin; the smile she summons is a near-perfect confident one.
"Okay. Ladies first, right?" She grasps the window frame and swings a leg out, planting that foot on the steel platform beyond before slipping the rest of the way out.