Re: quicklog: dylan & jack & max
[Forgetting about Helen's ghost-cold fingers was the entire reason for the removal of the shirt. Nipples worked wonders for making dead wives disappear. However older she was than Helen, Max figured reality was warm and better than any hallucination. So, she used it. Any good operative knew they were a weapon from head to toe, and in this particular instance firepower wasn't the win.
Once the water warmed, she nodded toward the spray. She could hear the hum from beyond the door, and she put her hand on Corvus' shoulder and motioned him in.] Somewhere safer than here. There's an abandoned building not far from here. It's provisioned, and we'll be safe there. McKendrick will serve as transport.
[She said it sure and steady as she handed Corvus a bar of soap.] Let me get some clean clothes while you wash up, and then we go. Alright? I have some things that should fit in my closet. [Loudly enough that McKendrick could bring the clothing items back and save them precious seconds of potential panic.
She knew exactly where the firearm was in the bathroom, and she could palm it easily on the way out. First? The jeans came off, and she picked the denim up with his bloody clothes and the palmed firearm.]