“Not.Helping,” leaves me in disapproving murmurs prompting her to snicker.
How?!
Howis she fucking chill at a time like this?!
Is this shit just that norm for her?!
I mean…it is for me, but I didn’t think it would be for her.
What type of trouble has she gotten herself into in the past?
Is this person someone fromherpast or is it directly related to the hunt we’ve been sent on?
Why is my firstSnapresponse telling me it’s that one?
“Repetir la misma pregunta tampoco ayuda,” Garcia grunts in return.
“Okay, whatever, at least my repeating the question is me trying to get some shit done,” I bite hard enough to collect a small glare.“How about a little more port support?”
“That sounds like a fucking speedo,” Salay sniggers between fry bites prior to shooting him a curious brow.“Have you ever worn a speedo?”
“No.”
“Would youever wear a speedo?”
“No.”
“Would you ever-”
“Wouldyou,” my voice harshens, sending her attention back to me, “please concentrate on me and recalling whatever we can about the person who legit tried to one-eight-seven you?”
Salay dramatically clutches her chest with her now fry free hand.“A Dr.Dre and Snoop ref?”Fake sniffles escape next.“You’re so young in the face and old in the heart.”
“I raised him right,” Garcia teasingly declares.
“You did notraise me,” escapes in an exasperated nature.“And I would appreciate everyone getting back on the same tab.”
“Weareon the same tab,” Salay reminds at the same time she spins her finger in a circle around the table.“Garcia’s.”
“Generous of me,” he mirthfully mumbles.
“Forget what the lawyer said,” I command and lean a little closer.“The human brainislike a computer-”
“You said to forget what he said.”
“-which means itcanbe hacked.”
“Still in the territory of what he said.”
“We just need tocollectthe data that’s there, notalterit.”
Salay wordlessly picks up a piece of popcorn shrimp, indicating she’s listening.
“Could you see this person’s hair color?”
“No.”
“Eye color?”
