Brooke stood slack-jawed as Algy ordered her to sit. Her eyes narrowed and she didn't do as she was told. The doctor, on the other hand, soothed with a placating bedside manner. Brooke took an instant liking to him.
“Her name is Livvy. I’m Brooke. And I’m Exchange.” She slurred to the doctor and cast a scornful look Algy’s way. Blood edged her teeth as she spoke. And to prove the point, she drove her hand into her jacket pocket. Burnt skin snagged on the fabric and pulled, and without reacting she drew out the golden medallion and showed them both. But she recognized this wasn’t the time to get into it and ceded them the floor. Even with her outburst, Livvy came first.
Stepping aside, she pushed the Wayfarer Badge into her jacket pocket. She thought Algy was cool when they first met, and now she reconsidered that. Who the fuck did this boomer think he was to order her about? Junior Agent or not, she had the authority here, not him.
The straps to Livvy’s backpack were still in hand. If she couldn’t assist, she could still be useful. On the kitchen island, she upended the bag, intent on finding out anything important about the woman fighting for her life on the dining room table.
“Her name is Livvy. I’m Brooke. And I’m Exchange.” She slurred to the doctor and cast a scornful look Algy’s way. Blood edged her teeth as she spoke. And to prove the point, she drove her hand into her jacket pocket. Burnt skin snagged on the fabric and pulled, and without reacting she drew out the golden medallion and showed them both. But she recognized this wasn’t the time to get into it and ceded them the floor. Even with her outburst, Livvy came first.
Stepping aside, she pushed the Wayfarer Badge into her jacket pocket. She thought Algy was cool when they first met, and now she reconsidered that. Who the fuck did this boomer think he was to order her about? Junior Agent or not, she had the authority here, not him.
The straps to Livvy’s backpack were still in hand. If she couldn’t assist, she could still be useful. On the kitchen island, she upended the bag, intent on finding out anything important about the woman fighting for her life on the dining room table.