Blunt doesn't bother Nick at all, but she's not trying to make herself feel better by helping Connor. She's the type to hold onto guilt forever, hold her past mistakes against herself. Forgiveness has never been easy for her, and it's extra difficult when she's the one who needs forgiving. No number of good deeds will erase the missteps she's made and the people she's hurt. This truly is more for the benefit of Connor and Hank than anyone else.
She doesn't flinch at mention of the Heart, though she does place a finger against her lips, a silent signal for shh, then taps her ear and motions out to the room. There's background noise in the bar, of course, but it's still not especially safe to talk openly about secrets. "I know," she says, and she's already expressed her doubts and fears about the Heart's methods and her involvement with the Heart to Hank, but it's a complex equation with many variables, and math was never her strength. "We can talk more in the office."
Nick slips behind the bar and quickly prepares the drink, and insists on carrying it for Connor as she leads the way down the hall and into the office. Her palm pressed to the lock plate grants access, and she holds the door open until Connor's through, then deadbolts the door behind them and sets the drink on the desk, motioning for Connor to take the accompanying chair. The room isn't especially large, and shelves filled with bottles of the more high-end liquor and boxes of paperwork line the walls. Nick presses a button hidden on the corner of the desk's underside, which shorts out the overhead lights and leaves only a few battery-operated lamps to scatter dim light across the room.
"I shouldn't leave the EMP on for too long," she says, dragging another chair closer to Connor and taking a seat, "so we've probably got ten, fifteen minutes to talk." She clasps her hands together and spends a silent moment gathering her thoughts. "I know the Heart's not doin' shit the right way. And believe me, I'm tryin' to talk to them about changing the way they do things. But M-and-M are both real bullheaded, and they don't like being questioned on this authority that they've decided they have, so." She sighs tiredly; this issue has weighed heavily on her mind for months. "If I was smart, I would've never joined up in the first place. Guess I just ain't that smart," she says, mouth twisted in a wry half-smile, and laughs quietly. "But now that I'm in, I can't just leave, either. I don't know everything, they make sure none of us do, but I still know too much. They'd turn me over in a heartbeat - no pun intended."
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She doesn't flinch at mention of the Heart, though she does place a finger against her lips, a silent signal for shh, then taps her ear and motions out to the room. There's background noise in the bar, of course, but it's still not especially safe to talk openly about secrets. "I know," she says, and she's already expressed her doubts and fears about the Heart's methods and her involvement with the Heart to Hank, but it's a complex equation with many variables, and math was never her strength. "We can talk more in the office."
Nick slips behind the bar and quickly prepares the drink, and insists on carrying it for Connor as she leads the way down the hall and into the office. Her palm pressed to the lock plate grants access, and she holds the door open until Connor's through, then deadbolts the door behind them and sets the drink on the desk, motioning for Connor to take the accompanying chair. The room isn't especially large, and shelves filled with bottles of the more high-end liquor and boxes of paperwork line the walls. Nick presses a button hidden on the corner of the desk's underside, which shorts out the overhead lights and leaves only a few battery-operated lamps to scatter dim light across the room.
"I shouldn't leave the EMP on for too long," she says, dragging another chair closer to Connor and taking a seat, "so we've probably got ten, fifteen minutes to talk." She clasps her hands together and spends a silent moment gathering her thoughts. "I know the Heart's not doin' shit the right way. And believe me, I'm tryin' to talk to them about changing the way they do things. But M-and-M are both real bullheaded, and they don't like being questioned on this authority that they've decided they have, so." She sighs tiredly; this issue has weighed heavily on her mind for months. "If I was smart, I would've never joined up in the first place. Guess I just ain't that smart," she says, mouth twisted in a wry half-smile, and laughs quietly. "But now that I'm in, I can't just leave, either. I don't know everything, they make sure none of us do, but I still know too much. They'd turn me over in a heartbeat - no pun intended."