Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[She didn't savor anything, yeah? She was action, limbs that moved and legs that swung. She liked risks, heights, rollercoasters, anything that made her feel a thrill in her belly. Alive, yeah? She liked feeling alive, and slow didn't cut it. She was like a wild thing left to grow too long, and there was no way anyone was going to get her into a vase now.] Mechanics? No way, man. It's about taste. Thinking about things like mechanics, they just complicate thing between your tongue and your head. It's like taking a picture of a place, instead of just being there. Too much thought, not enough experience. [As if she was old enough to be any kind of expert on anything at all.]
Why does it suck? [She replied to his French in English. Her Spanish was thoughtless, but her French was like something remembered in a really thick fog. In short, it was fucking horrible.] North, I guess? Elizabeth, by Newark and Union City. It's a nasty place. Like, filthy, yeah? Do you know it?
[She drank her whiskey down without tasting it, even though it was really good shit. Hardly any burn, and just a lot of fucking warmth.] Do you like to travel, or is your door just that bad?