Oh, cry her a goddamn river. Rita huffs out a quiet laugh, incredulous and entirely without pity. "You pull this shit with everyone and expect me to believe I'm the first to object?" It probably says something bad about her that she feels more at ease as he becomes increasingly uncomfortable, but fuck it, she's been at this for a while and it's nice to finally have the roles reversed. "I'm not the only one who likes her privacy." With a glance to either side and a slight lean inward, telegraphing that she's about to impart some great and terrible secret, she adds in a conspiratorial hush, "That's what the mask is for."
A bit much, maybe. But it's obvious that he doesn't know how this works, if his only response to being called out is a load of self-righteous whining. What, does he think none of the others whose identities he casually exposed (even if only to himself) were upset about it? Has he been taking it for granted that his dubious charm and accurate information are all it would take to win someone over?
Or has he just been lucky, up until now, because none of the others could do what she does and hold him personally accountable for his actions?
Yeah, that seems like a safe bet. She sits back and just stares at him for a moment or two, wondering how many people in his contact list are being held hostage by the implicit threat of exposure. Speaking of keeping people as fucking pets. That's his purview, and his apparent experience with other time-loopers barely registers, a fact taken in and quietly filed away while most of her focus is on not throttling him.
"I already told you I don't need an informant," she says without a trace of her former levity. And if he's been paying attention, he knows why. But just in case he hasn't, she speaks slowly and carefully, each word distinct: "What possible fucking use could I have for you?"
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A bit much, maybe. But it's obvious that he doesn't know how this works, if his only response to being called out is a load of self-righteous whining. What, does he think none of the others whose identities he casually exposed (even if only to himself) were upset about it? Has he been taking it for granted that his dubious charm and accurate information are all it would take to win someone over?
Or has he just been lucky, up until now, because none of the others could do what she does and hold him personally accountable for his actions?
Yeah, that seems like a safe bet. She sits back and just stares at him for a moment or two, wondering how many people in his contact list are being held hostage by the implicit threat of exposure. Speaking of keeping people as fucking pets. That's his purview, and his apparent experience with other time-loopers barely registers, a fact taken in and quietly filed away while most of her focus is on not throttling him.
"I already told you I don't need an informant," she says without a trace of her former levity. And if he's been paying attention, he knows why. But just in case he hasn't, she speaks slowly and carefully, each word distinct: "What possible fucking use could I have for you?"