"I just found a whole heap of broken shit," she said, and her smile didn't waver. It's almost like Christmas had come early for Raven Reyes.
Pulling herself to stand, she dusted off her knees and left the broken clock where it was on the ground. She opened the top drawer and rifled through it, pulling a torn and stain shirt from inside and tossing it over her shoulder.
She didn't watch him to see if he found anything, whether it be dust to coat his fingers, a thin, long metal lock pick she'd left up there, or a surprise someone else wished for a stranger to find. There's a trust there that she won't acknowledge; Raven often liked to micromanage, but she didn't so much as watch Jess like a hawk when he's within her work space.
Not that his room was her work space, but it'd been noticeably taken over by Raven for the time being as she searched through it for goodies.
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Pulling herself to stand, she dusted off her knees and left the broken clock where it was on the ground. She opened the top drawer and rifled through it, pulling a torn and stain shirt from inside and tossing it over her shoulder.
She didn't watch him to see if he found anything, whether it be dust to coat his fingers, a thin, long metal lock pick she'd left up there, or a surprise someone else wished for a stranger to find. There's a trust there that she won't acknowledge; Raven often liked to micromanage, but she didn't so much as watch Jess like a hawk when he's within her work space.
Not that his room was her work space, but it'd been noticeably taken over by Raven for the time being as she searched through it for goodies.
"What's not to be happy about that?"