Re: Taxonomy | 4-15-2020 | Late Afternoon
In a world of mind-readers, it was a Silvercloud motto: "Trust your gut. I went down my list of go-tos," she began to use her hands to demonstrate checking off a list, "mayoral influence, feminine wiles, Latina intimidation." She then hailed herself a beer. "Gracias mi amor," she told Lochlan Murphy, then motioned for him to skedaddle again. Eva took a long drink of her own beer then looked back to her father. "When we shook hands a few days ago, I felt something strange. Not bad," she clarified. "I went to do some work to get the library up to snuff this morning and we just..." Huh. "Read each other like books." No joke intended. "He understood that I could help, and would help, even after I told him no and why. There's a missing girl, one of the Asgardians, and they brought him in instead of coming to us," mutants. "I just want you to weigh in on it. To get a read on him."