You call that a fucking vacation? Bartleby thought to himself. He knew damn well not to stay it out loud, but he couldn't help thinking that Wisconsin was a shit place to send someone for a two thousand year vacations. And how the hell could she even use that word? 'Exile' was more like it.
His mouth stayed shut as Eve did Her bidding and handed over her sword. He had a feeling of what they were going to be asked to do. Their 'vacation' was over, after all.
"We have a list that we're planning to attend to," he said, eyes down. "We're starting in the centre of the city. The law firm." He raised his head briefly only to see Her lips twitch slightly.
"Hmm," She mused. "We still think alike, you and I."