Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
You haven't seen the bike in question. [Which was unarguably true. He'd picked it up for the incredibly dull rationale of enough meetings to make the trip between Capital and Repose turgid in the extreme and all right, a little of remembering precisely what he had enjoyed about India, after days spent in the depths of the under-city. But it was hardly a powerhouse, and Jack's volley had the ring of admitted fact.]
Is this an event you wouldn't mind missing? You're speaking a foreign tongue. I don't know what this House is you speak of, but I take it to mean you're wearing illiterate tights. [Amused drawl, clipped vowels and consonants and Jack looked at her when she asked.] I've got a drop-off with a group who make night-trips to the under-city, and a portfolio to drop with an editor. Reading, I want to see what magic looks like when it's written down in libraries that also run to American letter-writers.
[But he'd asked and she answered. He hadn't thought Sasha capable, from what he'd seen to-date, which was largely loud, public and filled with the sort of desperate enthusiasm Jack associated with those abusing narcotics regularly.] Good of you to listen, if the pattern is you walk out in tears. How long has it been?