There is no need to discuss it further. All you need to do is eat and lie down for a short nap, and you have my word that I will leave you to your business as soon as I see you lie down.
[She opens the container of freshly cooked food and lets the scent lightly waft over in Maketh's direction. It's not the fanciest thing she's ever made, but she used a good mix of herbs based on what was available, and it has a pleasant smell.]
[She knows that kind of body language - when someone has something to hide. She knows it well. She's encountered it in her targets or people who had information on her targets. Years of mercenary life has taught her to hone in on this and exploit it, but she likes Maketh and is trying to help her. Besides, she's fairly certain Maketh has encountered enough predatory people willing to exploit her weaknesses to last a lifetime.]
Work that you will do better with some food in you and some sleep.
[Softly.]
Simply because Hope can revive people does not mean I intend to let you work yourself to death. I'm fond enough of you that I find that prospect unacceptable.
Maketh. Lance came to me with a plan to manage Sato in the short term. I thought little of his proposal, but he is determined to see it through with or without our assistance. As it will affect the Guard and imply our involvement regardless of what we do — not to mention our duty to keep him safe — I think it best that we impose ourselves.
To that end, he has agreed to take council with us. I want you and Nick there. If we are to avoid a repeat of recent events then our combined wisdom is needed.
[He sighs, and after a beat tells her what he will say to no one else:]
I worry that our control over this... feud slips through our hands like grains of sand. Sato should never have been this much of a concern for us. We cannot make any further mistakes.
[Whistler huffs a small chuckle. Bish could be called clever. Or just one of luck's favorites. But irregardless he had a good knack for things like that. Getting things done under the radar.]
[Whatever Hux intends, Maketh is prepared. Either it's a trap and he's going to attempt killing her, or he's bringing alcohol. The odds are evenly split.
She keeps her pistol close, just in case.
The knock on her door comes promptly. Maketh opens it with narrowed eyes.]
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