He puts a cup of tea in her hands. Simple black tea; nothing so nice as Earl Grey to be had here. Still, it's warm.
"Are you afraid if I get close to a Marshal, the Marshal's Service will steal me away?" he teases, picking up his own cup.
He presses his lips together at her question and looks down into his drink.
"Not much concrete and I don't know if we'll ever be in a position to get anything concrete," he admits. "The way I see it, we're like animals in a zoo. We don't know where the door to the enclosure is, much less what the other side of it looks like or who has access to open it." He took a breath and looked at her. "Whatever you do, stay out of the fog, okay?"
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"Are you afraid if I get close to a Marshal, the Marshal's Service will steal me away?" he teases, picking up his own cup.
He presses his lips together at her question and looks down into his drink.
"Not much concrete and I don't know if we'll ever be in a position to get anything concrete," he admits. "The way I see it, we're like animals in a zoo. We don't know where the door to the enclosure is, much less what the other side of it looks like or who has access to open it." He took a breath and looked at her. "Whatever you do, stay out of the fog, okay?"