[ he's no stranger to elaborate plays like this, she notices. he's easy-going with her at his elbow, plays the part without hesitation. karen gets a feeling, after the fact, that he was probably thinking something alone the same lines but hadn't wanted to be the one to make the first move, and Karen finds that...oddly charming. old school, in a way.
karen finishes up the conversation, logan makes a comment about working on the rigs, and she grabs their keys, presses an easy kiss to his cheek, and then they're walking off - backpacks slung over shoulders as her arm is back around his elbow and they make it up to their room.
he sounds amused when he finally asks, and Karen grins a little as she sets down her bag, starting to unpack the laptop and more important needs. it's so late that it's early, and whether or not karen is tired, she would like to at least try and start up the routine. ]
Sometimes it takes more than asking the right questions to get the right story. [ it's said with a shrug, but her eyes still sparkle a little, excited to have... what? impressed him? it's not what most people expect from her when they meet her, and it worked.
they settle into an easy silence as they finish unpacking - the room isn't much, but there's a decent enough bed, a small table, a dresser, a television (a few years younger than the one in the motel), and an en suite- one that has a tub, with feet and brass hardware. karen's sigh of relief is audible when she notices, something logan probably hears even from the next room, as she starts up the faucet to fill it- it'll take a bit
she steps back into the main room and notices he's glancing at her files. it has her pausing, her eyes on the laptop, then him, trying to gauge what he's thinking. ]
I haven't come across anything else yet. [ it's an assumption on what he's thinking, but she takes the gamble all the same. ] You can keep looking through it if you want, but that video's all I've found. So far.
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karen finishes up the conversation, logan makes a comment about working on the rigs, and she grabs their keys, presses an easy kiss to his cheek, and then they're walking off - backpacks slung over shoulders as her arm is back around his elbow and they make it up to their room.
he sounds amused when he finally asks, and Karen grins a little as she sets down her bag, starting to unpack the laptop and more important needs. it's so late that it's early, and whether or not karen is tired, she would like to at least try and start up the routine. ]
Sometimes it takes more than asking the right questions to get the right story. [ it's said with a shrug, but her eyes still sparkle a little, excited to have... what? impressed him? it's not what most people expect from her when they meet her, and it worked.
they settle into an easy silence as they finish unpacking - the room isn't much, but there's a decent enough bed, a small table, a dresser, a television (a few years younger than the one in the motel), and an en suite- one that has a tub, with feet and brass hardware. karen's sigh of relief is audible when she notices, something logan probably hears even from the next room, as she starts up the faucet to fill it- it'll take a bit
she steps back into the main room and notices he's glancing at her files. it has her pausing, her eyes on the laptop, then him, trying to gauge what he's thinking. ]
I haven't come across anything else yet. [ it's an assumption on what he's thinking, but she takes the gamble all the same. ] You can keep looking through it if you want, but that video's all I've found. So far.