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Beck cracked a smile; she had a feeling she was getting through, if only a little bit. She read the number and put it in a pocket on her rig. [color=silver]”Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”[/color]
As if she would pass her offer up. It had been a chaotic few weeks, a lot of fighting and not a lot to fight for, so meeting Nessa felt like striking gold. She took a slight second to consider the intensity of that little feeling while she got out to let Nessa out of the van. She could have just unlocked the door from where she was, but in her slight distraction her body apparently wanted to go above and beyond. [i]Whatever,[/i] she thought, returning her focus as she opened Nessa’s door, maybe not making the strongest eye contact anymore. If she got caught up on every little impulse she’d never get anything done, and what she was doing was bigger than her. Bigger than anything else she could do. It had to be, or she wouldn’t have done it at all.
[color=silver]”Your stop.”[/color] Beck quipped lightly, holding the door open like that was a normal thing to do for basically a stranger.