Or maybe a risk wouldn't have to be taken: rather than letting them work their way into the topic, it was Rosemarie who, in a surprising turn, brought up the military. The Scarecrow couldn't stifle his look of astonishment quickly enough as the implication that she might know why they were there- and possibly what they were looking for- hit him. There was no way to really tell for sure, unfortunately.
But was she working for the General, or a patient on a mission of her own? Now there was a thought the Scarecrow didn't like at all, that she was in a situation no better than they were and was being forced into the conversation as well. Perhaps she was looking for information that they were unintentionally keeping from her, or her mission was something else entirely. Either way, she hadn't left yet- they had to be doing something right, he reasoned. He certainly didn't want for their fellow patients to face punishment; even more so did he want to keep Depth Charge from having to use the gun they'd been given. He knew enough about humans to know it'd be trouble for anyone on the receiving end, and if that anyone was supposed to be Rosemarie...
Depth Charge caught his eyes, but the Scarecrow wasn't sure how to interpret his roommate's glance, whether it was that he knew something and couldn't share it, or if he was looking for answers himself. Though he was piecing together bits in his mind— like how she mentioned a painting and having to find it, so perhaps that was what she did for the rest of her clients— there wasn't much to be shared with Depth Charge even if he could.
So instead, he went for something that fell between truth and fiction. "Are they really all that bad?" the Scarecrow asked with a curious look. It was true that, given his limited experience, he couldn't be a fair judge on the soldiers; however, he hoped Rosemarie might know more than they did. It was worth a shot.
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But was she working for the General, or a patient on a mission of her own? Now there was a thought the Scarecrow didn't like at all, that she was in a situation no better than they were and was being forced into the conversation as well. Perhaps she was looking for information that they were unintentionally keeping from her, or her mission was something else entirely. Either way, she hadn't left yet- they had to be doing something right, he reasoned. He certainly didn't want for their fellow patients to face punishment; even more so did he want to keep Depth Charge from having to use the gun they'd been given. He knew enough about humans to know it'd be trouble for anyone on the receiving end, and if that anyone was supposed to be Rosemarie...
Depth Charge caught his eyes, but the Scarecrow wasn't sure how to interpret his roommate's glance, whether it was that he knew something and couldn't share it, or if he was looking for answers himself. Though he was piecing together bits in his mind— like how she mentioned a painting and having to find it, so perhaps that was what she did for the rest of her clients— there wasn't much to be shared with Depth Charge even if he could.
So instead, he went for something that fell between truth and fiction. "Are they really all that bad?" the Scarecrow asked with a curious look. It was true that, given his limited experience, he couldn't be a fair judge on the soldiers; however, he hoped Rosemarie might know more than they did. It was worth a shot.