[ There's something steely and resolved below the self-loathing and conflict in her eyes, all layered beneath an overwhelming sadness. Truthfully? She isn't so sure that she's right, either. She rarely is. Blinking it away, moistening her eyelashes in the process, she turns away from Robin. ]
I have to go. He's out there in a bar full of hunters, they could—
[ Sharp, cheery pop music cuts her off, vibrating out of her jacket pocket. She glances down, reaching in and pulling out her phone. There's a banner message—following a lead. back soon.—that injects dread directly into her veins, but Des' picture pops up over it. A quick swipe, and she answers the call, turning away from Robin for some imitation of privacy. ]
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I have to go. He's out there in a bar full of hunters, they could—
[ Sharp, cheery pop music cuts her off, vibrating out of her jacket pocket. She glances down, reaching in and pulling out her phone. There's a banner message—following a lead. back soon.—that injects dread directly into her veins, but Des' picture pops up over it. A quick swipe, and she answers the call, turning away from Robin for some imitation of privacy. ]
Des? Not a good time.