Re: [Factory: Leo & Sam.]
[Yeah, shit was hard to explain away in Repose. Before Repose, Sam could like only associate weird shit with religion, and she wasn't religious, yeah? So shit that was strange wasn't about her. But everything changed here, and it wasn't like she could pretend shit WASN'T weird. She had fucking fangs, and Cris could like cancel out abilities or something, and Lou was driving a fucking god around in his head. Shit was messed, and it was one of those things Sam had just decided to accept at face value; it was what it fucking was. Sam didn't question, huh?] Moms and pops didn't know the meaning of enough money. [She wasn't sure how much Leo remembered from home.] They still don't, yeah? Conning is like in their BLOOD or something. They could be loaded, and they'd still see everyone around them as marks.
[But, yeah, Leo picked that lock and Sam looked inordinately fucking proud, like if Leo had just become president of the United States or something.] There's lots of skeptics like your pops, even here with hella weird shit staring them RIGHT in the fucking face.
[It was dark inside, but Sam saw in the dark better than she saw in anything resembling daylight. The darker it was, the better, and she was gonna tell him that when he turned on the flashlight. But, yeah, nah, because his eyes were like GLOWING, and she put her hands on her hips, huh?] What the fuck are you hiding, asshole? [She didn't sound pissed, just annoyed he hadn't fessed up, as if she wasn't doing the EXACT same thing.]