[ Jacob doesn't understand and he won't gain any understanding from Ruthie either, at any point now or in the future. They don't break a confidence, his Rooks. He's proud of them for that. Thieves and brutes but they have honour.
He isn't waiting long for them both to reappear but he's nor expecting Angel to look so happy, so confident in unfamiliar and unladylike clothing. He stands when she puts her head around the door, pleased that she hasn't withdrawn into herself.
Maybe in a way, casting off those layers is casting off some of the fear of Jack, a little with every ribbon and every fold of petticoat.]
You look like you'd come raid a warehouse with me. But maybe not tonight, all things considered.
Thanks, Ruthie.
[ He adds as the girl passes them, her hand going to the brim of the bowler, tipping first to him and to Angel. ]
[ With that all done, she waves good-bye to Ruthie, waving her hand briefly and the brief promise of if she needed anything in exchange in the future.
It certainly was easier to walk around, she had to give that. When she drops back into a seat. Stretching out both her legs, looking down at them both. The boots not polished to a shine, but more serviceable then her dancing shoes. ]
I don't think I'd be much good for raiding warehouses. [ It's laughed, she doesn't mind it particularly. ] Climbing out of one window is enough for the night.
I wouldn't worry too much if I were you. By the time we get back to London, it'll be too light to do anything.
[He says, getting up off the chaise-lounge and moving towards the map of London that he'd taken from Evie's room when she left, hanging it up on the wall that used to be adorned with the faces of their targets. All gone, all dead.
But perhaps not all of them. There's Jack, and while the man doesn't frighten him, he needs to be dealt with. Angel will never be free otherwise.
He glances back, about to ask if she would prefer to be in a hotel than on the train, but there's no need to ask. She's asleep, stretched out, and it's all he can do to gently cover her with a blanket, and let her sleep off the excitement.]
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He isn't waiting long for them both to reappear but he's nor expecting Angel to look so happy, so confident in unfamiliar and unladylike clothing. He stands when she puts her head around the door, pleased that she hasn't withdrawn into herself.
Maybe in a way, casting off those layers is casting off some of the fear of Jack, a little with every ribbon and every fold of petticoat.]
You look like you'd come raid a warehouse with me. But maybe not tonight, all things considered.
Thanks, Ruthie.
[ He adds as the girl passes them, her hand going to the brim of the bowler, tipping first to him and to Angel. ]
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It certainly was easier to walk around, she had to give that. When she drops back into a seat. Stretching out both her legs, looking down at them both. The boots not polished to a shine, but more serviceable then her dancing shoes. ]
I don't think I'd be much good for raiding warehouses. [ It's laughed, she doesn't mind it particularly. ] Climbing out of one window is enough for the night.
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[He says, getting up off the chaise-lounge and moving towards the map of London that he'd taken from Evie's room when she left, hanging it up on the wall that used to be adorned with the faces of their targets. All gone, all dead.
But perhaps not all of them. There's Jack, and while the man doesn't frighten him, he needs to be dealt with. Angel will never be free otherwise.
He glances back, about to ask if she would prefer to be in a hotel than on the train, but there's no need to ask. She's asleep, stretched out, and it's all he can do to gently cover her with a blanket, and let her sleep off the excitement.]