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[weartearrust]

"This is Angeal. You know what to do."

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[cactusy]

[Shaw snorts lightly at the word boss - she's certain that Trevor doesn't see himself that way - but otherwise she reigns in the snark. She doesn't despise Trevor or anything - she's not bullshitting about them getting alone fine on an interpersonal level. But professionally, they're complete opposites, and she always has to rag on him at least a little.]

One last thing. I'm, uh-- not great at talking about myself, and I'm a pretty simple person. But if there's anything you wanna know about me that you don't already, you can ask, and I'll probably answer. I also want to be up front about the fact that I have a personality disorder, and I don't do emotion well.

[weartearrust]

[His eyebrows rise slightly. She seemed perfectly normal to him and not disordered in any way; was that a reflection on his idea of normal, or..]

You seem alright at it to me. You'd fit right in back home.

[She's more emotive than some!]

Maybe different worlds have different ideas of what's typical. I'm curious, about your line of work and what your world's like, the usuals, but I don't mind waiting. Or not finding out. Mysteries make the world go 'round.

[cactusy]

Crime-fighting. That's your tidbit for today.

[The rest - most of the rest - isn't a secret, but she's happy to save it for another conversation.]