[ If she's surprised, she doesn't show it. Peggy knows everyone isn't cut from the same cloth, aren't a spy like she is, a woman who doles out trust in careful, measured increments and never very often. His earnestness reminds her of another man in another life, just for a heartbeat, and then she smiles briefly and inclines her head. ]
This way.
[ And she leads him off through the festival, a winding route to be sure they aren't being followed at first, and then cutting through the city towards the outskirts. Peggy explains the city in hushed tones as they walk, pointing out spots she's familiar with, answering questions should he have any. The density of the buildings never gives way because New Amsterdam is cramped, with dizzyingly high structures that have been built as far as the eye can see β and as deep, too. No inch of space wasted. But Morningstar's safehouse is in a more desolate part of town, peppered with seedy bars and other similar establishments, but many of them are out of business or closed.
It's a good spot for things to go south for our heroes, really. But he trusts her, even though she's never given him her name, and his trust isn't unwarranted. They make it into an abandoned grocery store and she leads him to the back where the hatch is. Her neural ID registers, unlocking it so she can pull it open. ]
I'll go first, [ she tells him, just so he knows no one is waiting down there to β murder, probably. It's what she thought when she came here. And then she waves him down the ladder. ] Mr Dameron.
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This way.
[ And she leads him off through the festival, a winding route to be sure they aren't being followed at first, and then cutting through the city towards the outskirts. Peggy explains the city in hushed tones as they walk, pointing out spots she's familiar with, answering questions should he have any. The density of the buildings never gives way because New Amsterdam is cramped, with dizzyingly high structures that have been built as far as the eye can see β and as deep, too. No inch of space wasted. But Morningstar's safehouse is in a more desolate part of town, peppered with seedy bars and other similar establishments, but many of them are out of business or closed.
It's a good spot for things to go south for our heroes, really. But he trusts her, even though she's never given him her name, and his trust isn't unwarranted. They make it into an abandoned grocery store and she leads him to the back where the hatch is. Her neural ID registers, unlocking it so she can pull it open. ]
I'll go first, [ she tells him, just so he knows no one is waiting down there to β murder, probably. It's what she thought when she came here. And then she waves him down the ladder. ] Mr Dameron.