Re: quicklog: dylan & jack
[Max watched with the impassive brown gaze of someone who wasn't particularly worried about Corvus striking. Even loaded down with UZIs, Corvus wouldn't take her down. This wasn't skill, though in her youth she could've probably avoided a rain of bullets sprayed in her direction. This wasn't bravado; it was just certainty that Corvus would shoot off his own dick before hurting her. Even insane.
He said to lock the door, and she took a few steps back and palmed the knob, willing to give McKendrick the chance to bail on this party if he wanted to go. After all, friends with benefits didn't mean he needed to get brained, and she never did view him as a savior. But it was a quick thing, that offer, and Max locked the door and looked back at Corvus easy.]
Locked. We'll wait here, and I'll put coffee on. There are some things that'll fit you in my closet. [Sweats, tees, and she watched Corvus' attention turn toward the bathroom at the far end of the apartment. She waited until Corvus moved away, out of earshot, and she looked at the man beside her, fingers moving quick to casually check that there was a firearm tucked into the back of McKendrick's jeans (yes).] Suggested plan?