She's not going to miss that. The folder is in her hands and she's watching him, eyes on his, but she's going to try and see if she can actually look into his eyes, connect with what's there.
"Valentine?" she asks, steady and slow. She's not going to reach out or move towards him. She's just checking in.
She'll give him a quick smile before she heads for the little safe. It's at the back of her cabin, so in all senses, she's giving him a very good chance for an exit. All the same-
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"Valentine?" she asks, steady and slow. She's not going to reach out or move towards him. She's just checking in.
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Valentine. Caleb used to call him that. It was a private joke between them, a camouflaged bit of affection no one would think twice about.
His smile is clearly forced, as hard as he's trying to make it look natural.
"Yeah, I'm all good."
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Her eyes say she can tell.
But she's not unkind. She nods.
"Clearing out?"
She's giving him an exit.
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Punching things sounds good. Punching things sounds excellent in fact.
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"All right. I'll check in in a couple of days. Maybe we can spend some time in the Enclosure. Do a little shooting at a range or something."
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David clears his throat and tries to steady himself.
"Thank you."
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"I'm glad we're going to work together, Henry."
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He nods at her back. "Yes ma'am."
And then he exits, quickly, to go throw up in the nearest empty bathroom.