[had it not been for the laws of this land she would have slaughtered you]
Markus. [She's not setting the scissors down-- she doesn't much care for being lied to, much less carted around in an unfamiliar van full of strangers twice now-- but she's leveling, a little, meeting the man's eyes and seeing none of the little tics and twitches of dishonesty.
She can't trust him. Yet. All men lie, at one point or another. But he's greeting her in earnest, and that's enough for the moment.]
Maeve. And answers would be lovely. First off-- did you arrive on the buses or not?
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Markus. [She's not setting the scissors down-- she doesn't much care for being lied to, much less carted around in an unfamiliar van full of strangers twice now-- but she's leveling, a little, meeting the man's eyes and seeing none of the little tics and twitches of dishonesty.
She can't trust him. Yet. All men lie, at one point or another. But he's greeting her in earnest, and that's enough for the moment.]
Maeve. And answers would be lovely. First off-- did you arrive on the buses or not?