Okay. So, that didn’t answer her question, this kid on the couch was still as much a mystery to her as when she had walked inside, but now he was questioning her? If anyone had any right to be inside of Elliot’s apartment without his permission it was Darlene — by way of some kind of convoluted logic that she possessed, but refused to ever actually explain to anyone. — therefore, she was the one who should have been doing all the question asking around here.
“Yeah. I know.” Her tone was an odd mixture of flatly bored and nonchalant, shoulders shrugging as she waltzed on through the apartment, making a straight path to the kitchen and immediately rummaging through the fridge. “Kind of a piece of shit lock, a little harder than the last one he had on there, but… you’re not exactly gonna get Fort Knox quality coming out of the hardware store.” Pulling out a carton of milk, Darlene checked the expiration date, then took a quick whiff from where the cap had been missing off of it, her face immediately scrunching in disgust as she shoved it back to the depths from which it had came.
Likely to become a science experiment that’d still be there the next time she visited. Boys, really. What savages.
“The milk is bad. Tell him he needs to get some more.” Turning back to face the kid on the couch, she rested both of her elbows on the countertop, her palms cradling her chin, finally returning to his question. “Look, we could go back and forth all day with this ‘who are you?’, ‘no, I asked you first.’, ‘but you broke in, so who are you’ bullshit, but I’ll save you the time and just tell you that I’m not answering that,"
Hackers and their identities were a precious thing. She didn’t just go giving hers out to anyone who asked.
“Not at least until you tell me who the hell you are and why the hell you’re in here. I think you owe me that much.” More of the patented Darlene logic at work here.
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“Yeah. I know.” Her tone was an odd mixture of flatly bored and nonchalant, shoulders shrugging as she waltzed on through the apartment, making a straight path to the kitchen and immediately rummaging through the fridge. “Kind of a piece of shit lock, a little harder than the last one he had on there, but… you’re not exactly gonna get Fort Knox quality coming out of the hardware store.” Pulling out a carton of milk, Darlene checked the expiration date, then took a quick whiff from where the cap had been missing off of it, her face immediately scrunching in disgust as she shoved it back to the depths from which it had came.
Likely to become a science experiment that’d still be there the next time she visited. Boys, really. What savages.
“The milk is bad. Tell him he needs to get some more.” Turning back to face the kid on the couch, she rested both of her elbows on the countertop, her palms cradling her chin, finally returning to his question. “Look, we could go back and forth all day with this ‘who are you?’, ‘no, I asked you first.’, ‘but you broke in, so who are you’ bullshit, but I’ll save you the time and just tell you that I’m not answering that,"
Hackers and their identities were a precious thing. She didn’t just go giving hers out to anyone who asked.
“Not at least until you tell me who the hell you are and why the hell you’re in here. I think you owe me that much.” More of the patented Darlene logic at work here.