There are so very few of us here. It's only self-interest, really.
[Besides, China can spin nearly anything in her favor. She's hardly going to take offense, though, when he's right. Compassion is for other people.]
[She thinks about his offer (ultimatum) for a few moments, evident in silence and the slow tap of one finger against the console. He's transparent about his goals, but she already knew what his priorities would be, really. Dead Men, then other Foreigners.]
I suppose I can inform you of any rising threats. And maybe none of my informants will... slip my mind.
[It's prickly. Ravel has to do a little better than just 'maybe.' But her tone she makes resigned: she'll let him think, for now, that tattling to Shudder is an effective thing to hold over her head. In all fairness, it would be if she depended on Shudder. And his goodwill would be valuable. But she doesn't have it, probably won't, and can't bring herself to be too torn up about it.]
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[Besides, China can spin nearly anything in her favor. She's hardly going to take offense, though, when he's right. Compassion is for other people.]
[She thinks about his offer (ultimatum) for a few moments, evident in silence and the slow tap of one finger against the console. He's transparent about his goals, but she already knew what his priorities would be, really. Dead Men, then other Foreigners.]
I suppose I can inform you of any rising threats. And maybe none of my informants will... slip my mind.
[It's prickly. Ravel has to do a little better than just 'maybe.' But her tone she makes resigned: she'll let him think, for now, that tattling to Shudder is an effective thing to hold over her head. In all fairness, it would be if she depended on Shudder. And his goodwill would be valuable. But she doesn't have it, probably won't, and can't bring herself to be too torn up about it.]