Re: Quicklog, Gotham: Babs G/Jim G
[Mustache or no, all Jim Gordons seemed to be allergic to bright smiles. No matter. She was quick with them when she wanted to be and this happened to be the time for it.] Thanks. [The bags slid off her shoulder easily and the sigh was immediate, her body happy to be free of the weight. With her hands free she folded up her coat and things, leaving her still in her jeans and grey shirt. Rolling up her long sleeves, she gestured to the kitchen and lead the way, ready to start unpacking.]
How are you doing? [She hadn’t yet checked her liquor cabinet to see if he made as much headway as he did the first night, but asking never hurt.]