Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
It wasn't spy shit, it was politics and she'd learned because her father had been very good before he'd been terrible. Flash's way of looking at the world was nicer. It was old technicolor movies and milk and cookies, even if the movie showing was kind of a shit-show. She looked at him now, not pitying so much as curious in furrowed brow. "You don't believe that it works that way, even when everyone signs on for the same reasons." People were people, they weren't just little cogs, no matter how much the machine spun.
"I like America where I can see it." She stretched and she settled back against the tank and she was careful about the next little test-tube. She knew how to drink, please, she'd been doing it years to acquire the reputation over the top of the reputation that actually had street-value. He wasn't Harry and she wasn't going to be sloppy, but warm burn was nice when the world had clearly gone to shit on your day-trip to the city.
"So fix it." This was entirely deliberate. He yelled and she was relaxed. "Distance isn't just time. It's leaving space. She's not going to forget you, boy-scout. I think she might be a little preoccupied with the clone army thing. So are you."