Now, see, that makes me wonder. Wrong place, wrong time by chance? [ He has a low tone, tipping his head to her for a brief moment. It's not an unreasonable assumption that Karen Page, of all people, would walk into trouble deliberately. But he huffs out a little laugh, and goes back to the road. ] There's some anti-septic wipes in the glove compartment if you don't mind the sting.
[ The glove compartment is packed with all sorts of things he might need on a long trip. In typical man fashion he has stuffed it so full opening it is a bit like spring loaded snake in a can. ]
You sound more paranoid than I usually do. [Karen makes her point mildly, giving him an amused look.] Believe it or not, I don't always go looking for trouble. Sometimes it just finds me anyway.
[And it's not like she's just going to turn her head away when it does. She gives a quick thanks to the offer of wipes and opens the glove compartment. Several things immediately fall out and slide to the floor.] Shit. Sorry. Why do you have so much stuff in here?
Ah, whoops. Been a while since I opened that... [ The clatter of a bottle of painkillers, chewing gum and batteries tells him what happened before he glances over. ] I practically live out of this thing when I'm working. That's my medicine cabinet- wipes at the back left I think.
[ Yamada frequently changes jobs, but his most common one is a courier. Travelling far and wide to get people their stuff. It suited him much more when he liked to keep his relationships shallow.
He isn't eager to let this distract from the important topic, but he does let it lay for a sec. He doesn't want to be pushy, but he does want to show his concern. ]
I'm going to buy you something you can use to organize this.
[Karen gets it. She keeps a lot of things in her car when she's doing stake outs - albeit not quite as much as he does. The wipes are in the back left and she fishes them out, carefully shutting the compartment door.
Leaning back in her seat, she gets one of the wipes out and makes a face as she starts cleaning up the cuts on her knuckles. Yeah, that absolutely stings. Without looking up, but with a hint of warm amusement, she comments,] I can feel the concern radiating off of you. It really was wrong place wrong time.
Hmm. You know, you might be the only person I could get a decent game of poker out of.
[ He's normally got his resting bored face to rely on to make his though process enigmatic. Still, he says it with a cracked smile. ]
Okay, I'll just transition to being glad you're okay. [ His voice has the vibration it picks up when a normal person would laugh. On a relatively straight street, he takes the chance to swig the coffee deeply. Another working driving motion that's well ingrained. ] Also... they make stuff to organise glove compartments?
[Case in point - she winces as she swipes the wipe over the worst cut on her knuckles.]
I have an awful poker face. I can usually figure out other people's tells, but it doesn't matter because mine is my entire face. [She sounds resigned and a little amused at the admission. She would love to have a better poker face, but it's one of those things that's nearly impossible to teach. The best lying she does is when she's scared, and that's because scared does a lot of heavy lifting in covering up other emotions.] Anyway, I'm not trying to be elusive. It was just a shitty night. Thank you for picking me up.
[She finishes cleaning up her knuckles and lets out a sigh as she folds up the used wipe and tucks it into her pocket to dispose of elsewhere. Her voice is amused when she answers his question,] yup. You can get an organization system for just about anything. There's stores devoted entirely to storage solutions.
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Now, see, that makes me wonder. Wrong place, wrong time by chance? [ He has a low tone, tipping his head to her for a brief moment. It's not an unreasonable assumption that Karen Page, of all people, would walk into trouble deliberately. But he huffs out a little laugh, and goes back to the road. ] There's some anti-septic wipes in the glove compartment if you don't mind the sting.
[ The glove compartment is packed with all sorts of things he might need on a long trip. In typical man fashion he has stuffed it so full opening it is a bit like spring loaded snake in a can. ]
thank you!
[And it's not like she's just going to turn her head away when it does. She gives a quick thanks to the offer of wipes and opens the glove compartment. Several things immediately fall out and slide to the floor.] Shit. Sorry. Why do you have so much stuff in here?
YW!
[ Yamada frequently changes jobs, but his most common one is a courier. Travelling far and wide to get people their stuff. It suited him much more when he liked to keep his relationships shallow.
He isn't eager to let this distract from the important topic, but he does let it lay for a sec. He doesn't want to be pushy, but he does want to show his concern. ]
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[Karen gets it. She keeps a lot of things in her car when she's doing stake outs - albeit not quite as much as he does. The wipes are in the back left and she fishes them out, carefully shutting the compartment door.
Leaning back in her seat, she gets one of the wipes out and makes a face as she starts cleaning up the cuts on her knuckles. Yeah, that absolutely stings. Without looking up, but with a hint of warm amusement, she comments,] I can feel the concern radiating off of you. It really was wrong place wrong time.
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[ He's normally got his resting bored face to rely on to make his though process enigmatic. Still, he says it with a cracked smile. ]
Okay, I'll just transition to being glad you're okay. [ His voice has the vibration it picks up when a normal person would laugh. On a relatively straight street, he takes the chance to swig the coffee deeply. Another working driving motion that's well ingrained. ] Also... they make stuff to organise glove compartments?
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[Case in point - she winces as she swipes the wipe over the worst cut on her knuckles.]
I have an awful poker face. I can usually figure out other people's tells, but it doesn't matter because mine is my entire face. [She sounds resigned and a little amused at the admission. She would love to have a better poker face, but it's one of those things that's nearly impossible to teach. The best lying she does is when she's scared, and that's because scared does a lot of heavy lifting in covering up other emotions.] Anyway, I'm not trying to be elusive. It was just a shitty night. Thank you for picking me up.
[She finishes cleaning up her knuckles and lets out a sigh as she folds up the used wipe and tucks it into her pocket to dispose of elsewhere. Her voice is amused when she answers his question,] yup. You can get an organization system for just about anything. There's stores devoted entirely to storage solutions.