The more that Zinda spoke of it, the better it sounded. The more she thought that she could do it. "And if I wind up caught in a lie... just handle it then and say I got hit on the head..." Yes she could do it, and it seemed as if she was trying to get herself convinced of that.
Jemma raised her arm and started hailing a cab. Her arm was still up in the air when she turned to look at Zinda. "You know what we're doing?" She was puzzled by this. Did they suddenly have plans?