illirica
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Aimee seemed invested in getting things from the bathroom, so Rhetta left her to it. Now that the girl had a weapon, she was a little less worried, but she still wanted to scope out the rest of the area. Hopefully Aimee remembered she had a gun if she needed it - but the place had been quiet so far, empty. A completed job, not an ongoing one.
Rhetta took the time to go through the rest of the apartment, opening doors with a nudge of her shoulder where she could, a kick where she couldn't, avoiding leaving fingerprints on anything that was going to stay here. Aimee's wouldn't matter - she lived here, but Rhetta had been in prison for five years, and so it would be known that anything she left would be recent. She didn't plan to get set up for whatever this was - she had other things she wanted to do. Five years out had been enough - more than enough. Too much.
Too many things had changed, and she should have been here.
She did not think Aimee needed half of the things that she was putting in the bag, but she didn't say anything about that. Now was not the time to antagonize her, after what she had been through, and practicality sometimes came across as antagonizing. Her mother had made sure she was clear on that point, for whatever reason. If they were under attack, it would have been different, but in a quiet situation, it was better to do nothing and keep guard.
"This place is a disaster," she said, conversationally, coming back to the hallway and leaning against the wall, keeping guard while Aimee finalized whatever she was doing in the bathroom and got ready to move to wherever she wanted to be next.
"What can you tell me about these not-that-bright roommates of yours?"
Rhetta took the time to go through the rest of the apartment, opening doors with a nudge of her shoulder where she could, a kick where she couldn't, avoiding leaving fingerprints on anything that was going to stay here. Aimee's wouldn't matter - she lived here, but Rhetta had been in prison for five years, and so it would be known that anything she left would be recent. She didn't plan to get set up for whatever this was - she had other things she wanted to do. Five years out had been enough - more than enough. Too much.
Too many things had changed, and she should have been here.
She did not think Aimee needed half of the things that she was putting in the bag, but she didn't say anything about that. Now was not the time to antagonize her, after what she had been through, and practicality sometimes came across as antagonizing. Her mother had made sure she was clear on that point, for whatever reason. If they were under attack, it would have been different, but in a quiet situation, it was better to do nothing and keep guard.
"This place is a disaster," she said, conversationally, coming back to the hallway and leaning against the wall, keeping guard while Aimee finalized whatever she was doing in the bathroom and got ready to move to wherever she wanted to be next.
"What can you tell me about these not-that-bright roommates of yours?"