“You sound concerned about that, Valentine. Where is your sense of adventure?”
She’s smirking, but she’s soon turning on heel, heading towards their exit.
"Anyway, I think we should get out of here if we don't want some kill on sight strike team to crawl up our asses in the near future... We can ponder the who and how later."
"...I...have an idea."
"To turn this belief into something tangible...return to New York with me. Give this summer an opportunity to see the world as I do. Work with me and share this burden."
"I don't believe most of it now, compared to the beginning."
"One day, maybe there will be a time where I can continue this with someone. Maybe I can force myself to try."
“You still have not come to an answer on that? That surprises me.
And I am not sure what information you have on me, but I would not believe everything you hear. Not necessarily.”
Her eyes open, her movements stopping so she can look at him.
“And how do I turn my belief in you into something tangible, hm?” A soft exhale leaves her lips, before she steps to him, closing the gap just enough. “Do you believe you are good, Frank?”