Sounded as though the Scarecrow was on the same tack as him: easy does it. Not Depth Charge's favourite strategy, but he wasn't stupid. They moved the conversation like safe-crackers, turning the dial a fraction and listening carefully for the click that would hopefully signify a breakthrough- or a security system being alerted and aiming all weapons in their direction.
It came sooner than expected, at Rosemarie's own pace.
The woman's expression struck Depth Charge before the contents of her answer, a cocktail of emotions he could half-empathise with- and then the pause. Military officers...?
Click.
Slag it. He'd spent all this time assuming she wasn't going to want to talk, that they were going to have to lead her into it- but was she here specifically to tell them what they needed to know? And did that mean that she'd been talking in code this whole time while they'd rambled about some false rivalry and work?
Tilting his head a fraction, he made to catch the Scarecrow's eye. She hadn't run yet- if the redhead had laced something into the conversation, she seemed to think they'd fielded it well enough without even realising, though maybe the Scarecrow had picked up on it without saying anything. Presumably he'd have kicked him if he'd really screwed up. But this was far more direct.
Depth Charge didn't know who Monet was and he'd never seen the painting, but he knew about the military. Boy did he ever know.
"Strange and dangerous," he agreed. His tone had dropped out of casual jostling and into something almost bitter, though he'd tried to curb that. He hated this, the way that every enunciation seemed weighted- would be weighed, even. "Who knows what goes on under those caps?"
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It came sooner than expected, at Rosemarie's own pace.
The woman's expression struck Depth Charge before the contents of her answer, a cocktail of emotions he could half-empathise with- and then the pause. Military officers...?
Click.
Slag it. He'd spent all this time assuming she wasn't going to want to talk, that they were going to have to lead her into it- but was she here specifically to tell them what they needed to know? And did that mean that she'd been talking in code this whole time while they'd rambled about some false rivalry and work?
Tilting his head a fraction, he made to catch the Scarecrow's eye. She hadn't run yet- if the redhead had laced something into the conversation, she seemed to think they'd fielded it well enough without even realising, though maybe the Scarecrow had picked up on it without saying anything. Presumably he'd have kicked him if he'd really screwed up. But this was far more direct.
Depth Charge didn't know who Monet was and he'd never seen the painting, but he knew about the military. Boy did he ever know.
"Strange and dangerous," he agreed. His tone had dropped out of casual jostling and into something almost bitter, though he'd tried to curb that. He hated this, the way that every enunciation seemed weighted- would be weighed, even. "Who knows what goes on under those caps?"