[ His eyes go to her hand—he's been with Santi for 20+ years, he's familiar with the motion—but Wolfe doesn't move. He brings his eyes back up to her face, making it obvious he's noticed the movement, and he raises both eyebrows.
That's fine; he, more than most, understands what it's like to live constantly looking over your own shoulder. ]
More the reason not to let them know what our plans are. The more information we give them freely, the easier they use it against us.
[ A pointed glance at her growing collection of bottles. Empty them out here, and one of the nosy neighbors that aren't like oddly human puppets might take note of the number of them and report it somewhere. Empty them in your house, and they'll never know how many you have. ]
If we act like we want to try to blend in, they'll relax their guard.
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That's fine; he, more than most, understands what it's like to live constantly looking over your own shoulder. ]
More the reason not to let them know what our plans are. The more information we give them freely, the easier they use it against us.
[ A pointed glance at her growing collection of bottles. Empty them out here, and one of the nosy neighbors that aren't like oddly human puppets might take note of the number of them and report it somewhere. Empty them in your house, and they'll never know how many you have. ]
If we act like we want to try to blend in, they'll relax their guard.
[ He hopes. ]