"Jake, if she can talk to machines, and they know where the information is going, your super secret team stuff's cover is kind of blown. She's got the mojo, ya know?" Fred couldn't help the small giggle at her rhyming, but she knew it wasn't time for that.
Her brows furrowed a little as he leaned back; there was a soft sigh as she shook her head. She didn't like thinking badly of people. Sure, there were bad guys out there, but she hoped for good. The City gave her that chance, even if it also seemed to like to put her in touch with the not so good guys. Her fingers traced a slow pattern on his chest as she thought.
"I...he saved me from the crowd." She could have done it herself eventually, or just let it take her where it willed and then found her way out. It was just the idea that someone had saved her. She sighed softly.
"But, what if he really is that devoted to ballet? They show the crazy theater types all the time who just want good performances. Of course, that doesn't excuse some of the things they say and do, but I don't think he'd...it just.." Her lips thinned as she sighed. "He may not be a bad guy, but he may be. I would like more than a moment of inappropriate - I know, it was inappropriate, but people don't usually take interest in my body." None that she'd noticed anyway.
"Most just want my brain. He thought of me as just a body, which is flattering and creepy and unsettling - creepy and unsettling can be two different things, maybe - all at the same time. Don't go after him, okay? If he is crazy, he may be really crazy. He could just be obsessed stage/pageant mom crazy. He's been to the City before, which could drive anyone crazy...though I'm not sure what that says about those of us who've been here a while." Her hand was flat over Jake's heart. "Let's find out more about him, please? If he's been here before, then there's got to be some sort of record right?" (Reply to this)(Parent)