Since Eileen had stopped talking and would probably refuse to speak, Sal didn't bother trying to strike up a conversation with her. He'd tried that on Morana, on Henry, on just about everyone he'd abducted or attacked. Asgard was not as much of a chatty bunch as he thought.
L was different there. But then L was an idiot. Anyone who didn't play by the rules - anyone who stuck there knows where it didn't belong - was an idiot.
Plucking the knife against his gloves, Sal took a moment to marvel at his fully healed left hand before he rolled his eyes. He hoped the next ten minutes din't drag out.
{AN: Since neither of our characters are going to talk, shall we wait until Fey and Mary wrap up so we can all four start posting together?}