Re: log: briar/jason
Briar wasn't made for riddles or puzzles, at least the kind that had a beating heart. Give her a machine with an unknown noise or a limited amount of materials to work with in order to build her way out of a building and those were the sort of puzzles she took pleasure in.
But this? This was definitely an oddity, even she knew that. Men who spoke with masks from the shadows with voice distorters usually stuck to the bigger cities (so what was he doing here?) and were a little less on the 'talk some sense into her' side. Hell even cops liked to jump right to the borderline threats and they were by and large moral while vigilantes didn't have those same qualms.
She refrained from being offended at the twinkle comment, but did not resist poking at him, "How would you know about any twinkles from so high up?" It was a challenge levelled oh so calmly even if the grin didn't match. They both--well her for sure--knew she wasn't likely going to best him physically even without getting a good look at him. Briar was strong yes, but from labour and not training and she could fight but when it came to direct 1x1 it was more of a 'defend until you can get to a weapon' sort of style.
"You're probably wasting your time anyway, I don't think there is much of the fun stuff going on here really." She lamented as she puffed away on her pipe, "That your doing I guess?" It wasn't a promise just yet, not that she would likely be making one at all but it was progress.