“Not even for that,” Torrie replies as they start to move. She’s slow at first so her eyes can adjust to the change in light, but she doesn’t want to waste time at the entrance or meander through the maze of tunnels. “You’ll get a taste of something that isn’t that cot of yours and then I’ll never get you to leave.” Her tone is pitched soft so her voice doesn’t echo through all the empty spaces, but it’s obvious that she’s saying it for the sake of the argument, not because she believes it would happen. “All those gentlemanly intentions would be right out the fucking window.” Ignoring the undertones of the conversation for her own sanity.
She thinks she knows where they stand, but if she started examining it she’s not sure she’d feel as confident. He brought her a gift, and it shouldn’t mean a lot, but there had been thought behind it, and more than that she’d liked it. But as always, she’s more comfortable looking at the face value of their friendship and not all the idiosyncrasies they seem to be riddled with. At the heart of it Theo is one of few people Torrie really gives a shit about.
There’s rustling and noises in the abandoned spaces, but Torrie skirts anywhere she thinks might be a problem as they walk familiar paths to her train car. There aren’t any other Ghouls looking for a fight today, so when her door is finally in sight they’ve made it there without any kind of scuffle or need to show force.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she tells him as she pulls the doors open and waits for him to step inside.