Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
Yes, unfortunately there were loud people rummaging around Grand Central every day. It drove him crazy. But you could never be too overly cautious these days. And for the record? He was not implying that she was looking or smelling like the undead. He had no room to talk. Showers were a rarity, and oh, how he missed them.
He worried his lip with his teeth, thinking as he glanced upward, giving a curious look around, "might that draw attention to us? Smoke signals? Here, zombies, I'm in here. Come and eat me?" He lowered his gaze and looked back over toward her. "I mean, I don't know. I really don't know if it would draw attention to us in here or not. But assuming that it didn't, I don't see why we couldn't figure out how to construct a ventilation system."
He turned more toward her, "you really have all of that? What do you mean you don't have a place to work on?" His brows lifted with interest-- and then pushed together with slight suspicion when she called him by his name. Pointing to her, he looked her over a bit, "wait a second, how do you know my name?" Had he met her before?