(In all honesty, Amanda isn't sure what she wants. She's still contending with the fact that she's alive to have moved onto what she could be doing about it. She doesn't answer his question, simply stares, and pushes her hair out of her eyes, tucks it back behind her ears.
Thinking.)
I want a favour.
(Not to be fulfilled now, but to keep, in her back pocket. Perhaps this is testament to how well she thinks his escape plan is going to go. Or maybe she's wrong, and as uptight as the wardens of the Peregrine are, they don't care once you're off the ship and out of reach.
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Thinking.)
I want a favour.
(Not to be fulfilled now, but to keep, in her back pocket. Perhaps this is testament to how well she thinks his escape plan is going to go. Or maybe she's wrong, and as uptight as the wardens of the Peregrine are, they don't care once you're off the ship and out of reach.
Time to find out.) Then I'll help.