“Thank you.”
There’s a little smile that goes with that.
Saorsie rises, pushes in her chair.
“Go ahead. Don’t let me keep you. I’ll see you in the morning, actually.”
The last of her beer drains and she places the bottles in the bin, slipping out and up the stairs.
She fixes her with a small smile.
"That's good. Congrats."
Once the last bun is finished, Teddy scoops the forgotten device back up.
"I'm gonna...get back to it. Almost done, shouldn't take long."
—or if Kyle’s actually gotten good enough to spot the tail of other agents.
Either way it’s miserable, isn’t it?
She’ll make the call. At least she can soothe a few of her fears if she has someone looking. Maybe.
Mulling it over.
If Stirling says not to worry about it, if he is trying to pull something, then—
—well. As compelled as she is to interfere, her trying to do so will probably only make it worse.
Of course him trying to drop off the map being investigated for what he is…—
—Well. She can’t exactly do anything, can she?
At least not personally.
Maybe make a phone call. If she can get eyes on him…
…of course right now he’s getting squirrely because there ARE eyes on him and she has to wonder if it’s because Stirling didn’t try to hide,—