Outside Caritas, Wednesday Night

[not_an_answer]

Once they were outside, Renee lit up a cigarette to calm her nerves. Her fingers still itched for her piece as she watched him carefully.

Something said he wasn't-- not a threat, he was-- but not there to hurt her.

"Explain."

[[For the other question, plz!]]

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[alsonotananswer]

"How many packs a day?" he asked with a pointed glance at her cigarette.

[not_an_answer]

Exhaling in his face, Renee shifted her stance, ready for a fight.

"Who are you, my mother?"

[alsonotananswer]

"You know there's cyanide gas in cigarette smoke?" Then he added, "That's the stuff they use in gas chambers."

[not_an_answer]

Taking a deep drag, just to spite him, Renee moved forward into his space. "You gonna lecture me or explain why the hell you're here?"

[alsonotananswer]

"Real mature," he sighed at her antics with the cancer stick. "You keep asking me questions, but you still haven't answered mine."

[not_an_answer]

"Renee Montoya, you know that already, don't you?"

[alsonotananswer]

"Asked who you are," he said with a headshake, "not what your name is."

[not_an_answer]

She had really had enough of that. Dropping the cigarette, she stomped it out.

"You know what? I'm not playing this game with you."

[alsonotananswer]

He seemed utterly unphased by her outburst. "You have impulse control issues, don't you?"

[not_an_answer]

"No, I just don't like getting jerked around by some weirdo," She snapped back, hitting up to knock his hat off.

[alsonotananswer]

"I'm not jerking you around," he said, utterly serious.

"So, you gonna tell me what you learned about our little funhouse on Kane Street?"

[not_an_answer]

Crossing her arms over her chest, Renee just glared up at him. "What makes you think I even care about your little mystery anymore?"

[alsonotananswer]

"Because you're like me," he grins broadly.

"You're curious."

[not_an_answer]

"You nearly got me killed," Renee snapped, waving her broken arm. "My curiosity doesn't go that far!"

[alsonotananswer]

"Sure it does." The smile transformed into a smirk. "Why else would you still be looking into it?"

[not_an_answer]

"You been spying on me or something?"