His head dropped between his shoulders as he sighed leaning on the console. He didn't want to talk about this, and he didn't want to talk about it to her, but she really didn't seem to be catching on.
Fine. If she was going to force the issue he could face it. Hell, he was special ops before coming here! He'd faced Columbian drug lords! He could face Fred. Right? Uh...right.
He straightened up and turned to look at her. Okay looking at her was kind of hard. He kept seeing that photo. FUCK!
Anything he planned to say kind of went out of his head and he switched tactics. "Answer me something. You said you don't look like the type of girl for Mayor McNeedy. What type are you then?"