We're in This Together

[Liara]

"Clint seems to have a good handle on things." Selene said as she watched him. "He cares."

[T'Kir]

"Aye, very much so. Hang onto him." T'Kir whispered. "There may be times when y'don't feel worthy of it, but... just tell that voice to shut the fock up and let it happen. Maybe if people like us screwed more, there'd be less graves marked with only agent numbers. Oh and one more thing... find yuirself a hobby, an outlet. Something that doesn't center around a mission. So yuir not always the Black Widow. "

[Liara]

"And here I thought killing people was a pretty good hobby." Selene joked. "I'll keep it in mind. I'm still trying to get use to all of this."

[T'Kir]

"Takes time, but it'll happen. Just stay try not to get yuirself captured and brainwashed. That really focked with our Selene's life way too much. You seem marginally more sane." T'Kir winked her eye. "I was declared clinically batshit crazy but I still got 89% of the vote."

[Liara]

"I don't plan on getting captured or brainwashed." Selene said and shrugged. "Then again no one ever really plans for it to happen."

[T'Kir]

"Aye, true. Still... just be careful. Hard enough losin' two of ye." T'Kir replied. "An' I mean the wee Abigail. Selene's old partner Lincoln killed her right in public, jus' plain sloppy... but it had its desired effect. Course, if that means havin' two master assassins and all their friends huntin' ye down... so she could turn him into a bloody pulp... "

[Liara]

"I heard." Selene said. "He also tried to kill Clint. That one he didn't tell me I overheard it. But I would have done the same thing if I'd been as attached."

[T'Kir]

"Oh there are soooo many Black Widow stories... but I'm sure you've got some whoppers of yuir own. Maybe tomorrow night or the night after that. Give ye a break from Clint." She teased. "Well I'd better get goin' b'fore my mate sends the bloody Marines after me again."

[Liara]

“And Clint’s being awkward.” Selene said smiling over at him. “Enjoy your food.”

[T'Kir]

"And you enjoy your dessert..." T'Kir gave her a wink as she passed by Clint. "Don't fuck this up Cross." she whispered and headed out the door with her carryout order.

"She's not like any Romulan I have ever met before." Clint replied. "She give you the line 'if he hurts ye. I'll help ye kill 'im'? I think she told that to Bella at their wedding." he chuckled nervously. "As if we'd ever do anything like that... still... when I was rogue for a bit and as brainwashed as I was, in the back of my mind, I always wondered if she was on a rooftop with a sniper rifle."