:: Liberty listens to Blacklight, her eyes narrowing slightly in recognition of his reference to Bob’s interaction with ‘Internal Affairs’, her expression otherwise smooth and, if not serene, then at least… smooth. Before she can make comment the Black Op-erative is gone. ::
:: She shakes her head slightly and her lips quirk on a wry grin ::
Say this for Blacklight, he has that whole sensei imparting knowledge then getting gone thing nailed.
:: A snort escapes her nose when Sally calls Blacklight “Quattro” ::
Quattro :: she mutters under her breath, then grins ::
Am I ready to run? I’m always ready to run. But… wait…
:: Following Sally’s example, she divests herself of a small gun that is in an ankle holster, 8 throwing stars that she pulls from various places upon her person, the Kali dog tag she wears around her neck, the heavy stone set of mala beads from the outside pocket of her cargoes, and a set of Chinese meditation balls from the other side pocket which chime as she places them on the step. After a moment she goes back to the pocket of her hoodie and pulls out a set of dice. Then another pat down of the other side and she brings out some jacks and a ball. Seemingly satisfied she’s taken off all the potentially jingly or stabby stuff she removes her backpack, unzips it, and places all of the discarded items within it before zipping it up again and looking in Leo’s direction ::
Can I stash this here?
:: Compliance assumed, she folds her hands together, reversing them to stretch the tendons, her elbows, and her shoulders ::
So, what are my parameters? Limit on distance? Time of head-start? Length of time before you give up…?
:: This last is said with a decided twinkle in her eyes ::
Oh… :: she adds :: and I welcome a posse.