“It would,” she agreed, this time assuming a poker face. “I hear some people like a bit of mystery, though. It’s fun to keep people questioning.”
That was true. Maddie pondered a moment. The only gamblers she knew of were the people who played in her brother’s poker games at the Four Horsemen. She doubted she’d actually go through with taking bets, but it was fun to think about. She snorted softly when he questioned her remark about being allergic to work. “They totally do. Tried to get me to do things when I first got here, and I totally got sick.” Fake sick, but still sick.
“The armory.” Maddie blew a raspberry into the open air. “The people who control that room are kinda douchey. Doubt they’d let me get my hands on a flash bomb.”
Miah was probably right about that. It probably wouldn’t escalate much past words and thrown objects, but there was always the chance for physical violence. Maddie really wouldn’t blame the woman for getting revenge, although she had to wonder why Security wasn’t handling things like this. “He just better hope she cools down. Soon. If not, leadership’s gonna have to crack down on the ‘no murdering’ rule.”
A few more minutes passed before someone actually stepped in as a mediator. Whatever was said didn’t carry up to the second level, so Maddie couldn’t hear what was going on. Not long after that, the arguing couple began to go their separate ways. The crowd began to disperse.
Maddie gave an “aww” of disappointment. “Well that was kind of a lame end to a vicious fight.” She straightened up from leaning over the railing. “Guess we just gotta hope for a part two sometime soon.”