So it had it taken her a few years to figure out if she was any good at this. Acting.
But she's so good at this. Good enough that even Luther, who knows her best out of anyone, doesn't catch it. Allison pausing has almost become a normalcy, accustomed as he'd gotten to the artificial lingering delays back when she had to use the mental network. So she steps right over it like a juddering skip in the record, and Luther doesn't notice, and he follows where she guides the next few sentences.
"Like what?" He's shifted his position in the armchair; less the rigid posture and hands pressed against the chair like he was lining himself up for inspection, reporting in on a particularly quarrelsome mission brief. Some of Luther's spine has loosened as he leans back into the cushions; one hand (gloved, he's still gloved even here) moves to prop his chin against it contemplatively.
He'd often been curious about it all, even after slamming that door shut himself. He'd devoured what he could — Allison's magazine interviews, news clippings of The Kraken's vigilante streak, Vanya's book — but it was no substitute for hearing about their lives in the outside world firsthand.
"And since you're doing a similar job now... are those million things still pretty much the same here? Or is it different?"
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But she's so good at this. Good enough that even Luther, who knows her best out of anyone, doesn't catch it. Allison pausing has almost become a normalcy, accustomed as he'd gotten to the artificial lingering delays back when she had to use the mental network. So she steps right over it like a juddering skip in the record, and Luther doesn't notice, and he follows where she guides the next few sentences.
"Like what?" He's shifted his position in the armchair; less the rigid posture and hands pressed against the chair like he was lining himself up for inspection, reporting in on a particularly quarrelsome mission brief. Some of Luther's spine has loosened as he leans back into the cushions; one hand (gloved, he's still gloved even here) moves to prop his chin against it contemplatively.
He'd often been curious about it all, even after slamming that door shut himself. He'd devoured what he could — Allison's magazine interviews, news clippings of The Kraken's vigilante streak, Vanya's book — but it was no substitute for hearing about their lives in the outside world firsthand.
"And since you're doing a similar job now... are those million things still pretty much the same here? Or is it different?"