Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
Ankh? [Duane's eyebrows came together as he repeated it, filing it away in his mind, his attention mostly on the tech in front of him when he continued.] Yeah, I guess. Cross with the... [He sketched out a vague circle with the chewed-eraser end of the pencil.] Loopy thing. [And then he looked up at Eddie during the description, expression open and serious, almost like it had been as Eddie was teaching him those little tech tricks just a little while ago. One side of his mouth quirked at the last bit.] Yeah, tha's her, I think. Got shit behind her eyes sometimes when she's lookin' at people. I dunno about quiet, but th' rest, yeah. [Attention back down, casual as he mined for information as easily as any adult, serious in the way so many of Gotham's kids could be. Information about someone like the Riddler could just be due to curiosity. Or it could be worth something. Give and take. Duane's sister was better at it than he was with her big eyes and friendly smile, but...] Know 'er? [And then, as if it hadn't occurred to him until just that moment, one of the good guys asking about someone specific:] Not in trouble, is she? We only got good people here. [The tone wasn't just one of defense of fellow volunteers and residents. It was something more solid, a belief. A fact. They only had good people there, because those were the only ones allowed there.]