Veronica had been sitting there, content to sulk silently. She had not been watching Logan - just the wallpaper. But when he dropped his not-so-subtle hint she turned her head. The nerve. But her first burst of snark was silenced when she saw that he'd 'gotten more comfortable'. Now, anger flared in her eyes from the fact that it had given her pause. She said nothing, and he suggested McDonalds. Nothing could sound grosser at that moment.
"Logan, when you asked me if I knew where Duncan was, I actually wasn't lying. I don't know where he is. But thanks for the trust." Her lips tightened and her head bobbed in a nod, as if she was saying 'this is what I should have expected from you.'
She was sparked enough to rise up from the bed, then. Duncan was a sore spot for her. For him too, sure. "I'd love to see Duncan. I'd love to see little Lilly." Veronica could never just think or call baby Lilly, 'Lilly'. It was too weird.
"I'd love to be able to call Duncan and just ask him 'what's up?' But neither of us have that luxury because Duncan and little Lilly had to run away deep enough so that we can't find them, ever. It was selfish, but the right thing to do. And hell, I helped him do it. And damn the luck, I'm good at my jobs. So he's lost to us."
Anger. Anger. Anger.
"I don't want McDonalds, and I don't want, nor need, your attitude." She turned around away from him, still speaking aloud. "And dear God, we are going to kill each other before anyone even has a decent chance of finding us." She exhaled loudly - almost comically. "I really didn't think my karma was this bad. We need to go out and open doors for little old ladies."