Re: Log: Faol R/Mai S
A fucking year. [Mai whistled at that knowledge. Sure she knew people said they'd been around for awhile, but it made it very real when it was Faol saying as much, directly to her. She tended not to think things through too much. She was able to, except field work was more her speed, she didn't like strategy or planning it out. She worked by instinct. This place was instinct, and there was no way to plan anything out.] The hotel just does whatever it wants. We're its bitches.
[She listened to him while he talked, he probably could use getting it out in some way. Fighting was better, sex or booze, but that was her way. She handed him over the flask, she could do that much for him.] I'm a born skeptic. I figured being part of the CIA, I'd know more than if I was a civilian, or a soldier. [Needless to say, she was never a believer. Mai liked her job. She didn't buy into the whole rah rah America apple pie and freedom.] I'm Vietnamese, grew up in the South. I was forced to see things for what they are a long time ago.