9:45 AM - Jane and Bishop
Now Bishop just rose an eyebrow at the blanket statement that they didn't have a thing in common. He couldn't admittedly think of at least two, but sitting in the council together likely barely counted in her eyes and he wasn't entirely sure his pointing out that they were both fond of the fairer sex would go winning him any points either. Raising the coffee cup he’d been carrying up to his mouth, he took a drink while he considered what he could say that might not land him in hot water with the sergeant. “Reckon that whole ain't got nothing in common thing isn't entirely true,” Bishop finally remarked, mentally (and physically) prepared for however Jane chose to respond. “We know at least a couple of the same people,” he took another pause. “You interviewed Noa and she's a damn good friend of mine. You also last I heard saved Demi Rafferty’s life, so she can be chalked up to aiding in this common ground business.” Silence fell for a moment after that, his blue eyes studying the woman next to him as he tried to gauge if he'd just verbally walked himself right into his own death.
Jane’s eyes went to her boots. She hadn’t thought that Demi might let people other than Isaac know what had happened between them on that dusty road back in September. Circumstances like that bonded people and Jane, despite her stubbornness regarding Rafferty’s association with the Hellhounds, was no except to the rule. She had certainly formed her own opinion about Demi when Isaac had taken up with her but it had shifted since then. She had been cool and tough and even funny in a dire scenario. Jane was almost looking forward to talking with her again at brunch.
Noa, though. Jane ran a rueful hand through her long, blond tresses and sighed. A weary, almost wistful look flitted across Jane’s face before she rearranged her expression into something more neutral. What the hell was she going to do to unfuck that situation?
“Demi seems okay,” she allowed at long length. A beat passed before Jane continued, almost inaudibly. “Noa is...well, she’s something else.” Jane didn’t know what possessed her to utter these things but even if they were slightly cryptic, they were honest, which confused her even more. It made a lot more sense for her to feel conflicted about beautiful women having wholly different affiliations than her own but how did that bode for her attitude toward someone like Coldiron? She didn’t want to dwell on it.
“Demi has a tendency to grow on a person,” Bishop remarked honestly with a half smile. Admittedly he was watching Jane with a hawkeyed kind of focus, trying to read the sergeant and her response to the mention of both women. It had come as a surprise to hear her speak almost positively about the former, but it was her remark about Noa that made his eyebrows rise for a moment. “I ain’t ever met anyone else like Noa in all my years, so I reckon I got to agree with your assessment of her, she’s something else and damn near one of the best people you could have in your corner.” Bishop knew he had benefited from Noa and her wise counsel more than once in the past, and while he was curious as to what exactly Jane meant by her cryptic words, now wasn’t the time to try and figure that out -- especially not when the blonde officer was still humoring him by continuing this conversation. So when it appeared as if Bishop was still safe to continue, he took another drink of his coffee and then added. “And we’re both blonde.” It was meant to get a laugh, though even he knew damn well it would fall on deaf ears.