Right. [It isn't much, but at least his promise seems to ease a touch of the tension lining her shoulders. The woman pauses, looking like she's going to bark something like 'don't fuck this up!' or 'if you even think about hurting him...', but instead, she just sighs and utters a barely audible--] Thanks. [--before cutting the connection.
She'll wait for him to pop in before she hurries out the door. Just in case.]
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She'll wait for him to pop in before she hurries out the door. Just in case.]