James wouldn't have said that the voice was familiar, so she couldn't quite explain the sudden drop in cabin pressure. The strangest sensation in the pit of her stomach, the neck of her brain stem. It was a likened vein of deja vu. When James tilted her head back slightly, delicate chin nipping into the hard carve of a shoulder to glance just behind her, those eyebrows were pinched with a curiosity that quickly transformed to recognition, brief shock, and finally a blush of amusement.
"You've got to be fucking kidding.." James very nearly laughed, and ran a cool hand across her eyes in self deprecation that eventually washed into a devil may care smile. "Hi, Riley."
How could James even be surprised at this point? It seemed like everybody she'd ever hooked up with in the tri-state area lived in Bellum Letale.