Mae looked up from where she was sitting – at a desk with certain common household cleaners in their bottles – when Cath came in. She smiled faintly at him. There was nothing mixed up. She was just going through the inventory of the things she’d stolen from various service closets. Just in case. They didn’t have any real explosives so she would need to improve. Again – just in case.
Of course, she was checking out chemicals while sitting around in her underwear. Way to be prepared.
She didn’t like it when he said ‘we need to talk’. That always made her feel nervous. It was sort of instinctual. <“Oh do we now? And what about?”> She didn’t really want to know. At all. Ever. Just pretend she didn’t as please God. Except that when he said they needed to talk, they needed to talk.