The Scarecrow could see the change in Depth Charge's tone, his eyes less steely than they'd been only moments before: he was putting aside the argument for what needed to be done, as they should have before it got out of hand. The former strawman allowed himself a small smile- leave it to Depth Charge to have a good head on his shoulders.
Also putting their spat out of mind, the Scarecrow clung to Rosemarie's words, trying to grasp at any lead as to how they should go about asking for the information they needed. It was a touchy thing, the tricky conversation, especially when so much was foreign to him. What was an ex-husband? Or a heart attack, for that matter? Were those two related to their task, somehow? And was it something he ought to be concerned about, being that he was human and therefore had a heart?
Maybe that last bit could wait until he could ask someone who might know better- with his experiences at Landel's, he had a feeling questioning it at that second would ruin any chance they had at passing for regular flesh-and-blood folk. It would most certainly earn him a strange look.
He decided to take a safer route, tagging onto what Depth Charge was saying. "When we can, of course. Not much time for relaxing these days, especially with some of the people we work with."
The gears in the Scarecrow's mind turned, working his way toward their goal. The only idea that crossed his mind was being direct, and that didn't seem like a good one in the least; however, he supposed if they got nowhere fast (just how much time did they have to accomplish this, anyway? Surely they wouldn't leave patients out overnight) that risks would have to be taken.
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Also putting their spat out of mind, the Scarecrow clung to Rosemarie's words, trying to grasp at any lead as to how they should go about asking for the information they needed. It was a touchy thing, the tricky conversation, especially when so much was foreign to him. What was an ex-husband? Or a heart attack, for that matter? Were those two related to their task, somehow? And was it something he ought to be concerned about, being that he was human and therefore had a heart?
Maybe that last bit could wait until he could ask someone who might know better- with his experiences at Landel's, he had a feeling questioning it at that second would ruin any chance they had at passing for regular flesh-and-blood folk. It would most certainly earn him a strange look.
He decided to take a safer route, tagging onto what Depth Charge was saying. "When we can, of course. Not much time for relaxing these days, especially with some of the people we work with."
The gears in the Scarecrow's mind turned, working his way toward their goal. The only idea that crossed his mind was being direct, and that didn't seem like a good one in the least; however, he supposed if they got nowhere fast (just how much time did they have to accomplish this, anyway? Surely they wouldn't leave patients out overnight) that risks would have to be taken.