She decides that she won't shoot him. Her gun goes into her shoulder holster as she takes the flowers with a curious expression on her face. She hadn't expected flowers.
"I'm not certain where he is," she says after a moment glancing back up at him. "I don't think he knows I'm alive again. I'm trying to make it obvious but not covering up my tracks."
She moves to sit in her recliner, just across from him.
"Not like most women?" She lets one eyebrow go up. "Is it my being a detective or something else?"
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