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[sivis_pacem]

[Sternly: ] Stay here.  Don't go anywhere.

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[ambusti_terrae]

Uh...okay?

[ She's smart enough to listen, and to at east try to pick up what's going on. Not really picking up that either of them are in danger, she watches Frank with concern and curiosity. ]

What's wrong?

[sivis_pacem]

[It's not really a senses kind of thing, at least not for him, just an ingrained intuition more than anything else. He gestures, as nonchalant as he can, towards a guy in the back corner. Something doesn't seem quite right, but he can't really put his finger on why.]

One of these things ain't like the others. Gonna go check it out.

[ambusti_terrae]

[ If they're not out to kill them, Charlie won't pick up on much. As it stands, she does pick up that something is off, so she nods at Frank. She trusts him, more than anyone she's trusted in years. She's taken to following his lead shortly after he got her out of that hellhole in Longmont, Virginia, so she gives him a small nod and pretends her grilled cheese and tomato soup is the most interesting thing in the world. ]

Go ahead.

totally lost track of this tag :/

[sivis_pacem]

Not lookin' for your permission.

[Although he'd certainly welcome any insight she chose to provide. There's nothing, so he figures it's nothing catastrophic, maybe not even related to them, but he can't leave it alone. It's like a sore tooth, the longer it sits the harder it is to ignore, just some sick compulsion.

So he knocks on the table a couple times, almost an unconscious reflex, a last request for a reason to leave it alone, and ambles over.

He's not gone long, maybe 15 minutes, but the guy's on his way out the door when he makes his way back to the table.]

*hug*

[ambusti_terrae]

Wasn’t giving it.

[ Except she kind of was. She has problems with people leaving her and while she knows in her bones nothing at all is wrong, there’s still this ugly ache inside her that screams otherwise.so she watches Frank. Waits. It’s nothing. Right? When he returns, that’s the silent question on her face. Trying hard to tone down the worry and play it off like mere curiosity, but he probably knows his the kid well enough to see it for more than just brief wonder. ]

[underachievement]

Or what.

[sivis_pacem]

[He stares at her, looks long and hard, and considers giving her an actual reason but eventually gives it up and just huffs at her instead.]

Ah, who'm I kidding. You'll just end up gettin' involved anyway, right?

[underachievement]

I'm already involved. What do you think, that I'm here by accident?

[fille_fatale]

Yeah, thanks but no thanks.

[sivis_pacem]

And you got a better idea?

[fille_fatale]

You have fun with your shoot out, and I disappear like I was never here.

[silentstar]

She shoots him a glare, it isn't quite the kind that could crack concrete, but it's made lesser men think twice about orders like that.

She's not entirely sure what he's about, either, as her robo-sense hasn't gone off yet, though she does look to him for further clarification, as she's fully aware that there are other dangers besides the machines she's used to.

[bbybanshee]

[ Silently just nodding her head, curled over onto herself, clutching her doll. Of course, she'll teleport out if needed but for now...she'll stay. But still asks in a small voice - ] What's wrong?

[gymshoe_runner]

[ There's a flat second where Kate considers giving lip. You aren't my pimp tends to be her response to that tone, and yet, she also does know better. Somewhat. She honestly doubts Frank Castle will hurt her, but whatever has a hair up his ass? That might hurt her. Probably will. ] Right-o Daddy-o.

[ Just going to drop into sitting criss-cross applesauce on the spot, knees drawn up and elbows tucked in to make herself even smaller. ]

[paged]

Where the hell are you going?

yay it's a Karen!

[sivis_pacem]

[He shoots her a look that probably was intended to be pointed but drags on a little too long. Like he's considering how much to tell her on top of it. He fidgets a little before he speaks, like he knows the answer sucks and isn't really enough, but he's firm enough in his words.]

Nowhere you gotta follow. Don't worry about it. Just stay here, okay?

o/

[paged]

[ She nearly scoffs, ]

You need to do better than that, Frank.

[ Telling her 'don't worry about it' is something that never works out. ]

sorry for the delay :/

[sivis_pacem]

[He frowns in answer; of course she doesn't accept that, why would she?]

I got somethin' to take care of.

no worries!

[paged]

And you can't tell me what that is? Seriously?

[sivis_pacem]

[The silence probably doesn't sit easily, although given their history it just as well may. There's a hell of a lot he could say. Hell, probably should say, if he's being honest. An explanation he owes her, at least. But that's a hell of a lot of words and he's never been the greatest at expressing them, least of all when his back's to the wall.]

Better not to. I'll be back.