Jane could see Connor grinding his teeth as the officer stepped back to make her last few remarks. The man wiggled his fingers back and forth, as if stretching away the memory of her cold, pale hand touching his own. An uncomfortable chill crept up Jane's spine as the taller woman criticized Connor's plans. Before the officer's appearance, Connor had wanted her to be the one to snoop on Victor, and due to this little interruption, Jane had yet to hear anything about Connor's actual<i>plan</i>... if he even had one. If anyone was going to die, Jane would probably be first to go ... or last. And she'd be spending her final days partnered-up with the enemy.<br/><i><br/>
What a lovely thought.</i><br/><br/>"Hmm." Jane gave nothing more than a single, unimpressed syllable at the officer's smug comment. Nothing she said would have made a difference, anyway, and although she would've loved to wipe the smirk off of her face, she swallowed her pride for the time being and watched the woman walk away. Sarcasm aside, Jane found it difficult to agree with the sentiment. Her face might've been familiar, but it was familiar in the worst way. It was a relief to see the militia woman<i>alive</i>, for the sake of Jane's guilty conscience, but she could very well be alive from a distance.<br/><br/>Jane started after her former captor as the door swung shut. She was anything but eager to work with her, but she was definitely eager to get this over with. Before she could take more than a few steps, however, she was stopped by a gentle hand on her forearm.<br/><br/>"Wait, Jane, are you sure about this?" Thomas said, his voice hushed as though he'd be heard through the pub walls.<br/><br/>She turned around, only to see that Connor had already walked back to the bar and taken a seat, arms crossed over his chest. "Oh, she's sure," he said, making sure to cut Jane off.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I am." She slipped her arm out of Thomas's grasp, looking him in the eye. "Someone has to do it." Her gaze then switched to Connor, eyes much narrower as they landed on his. "You and I need to talk. You want to play leader? Fine, I'll play along. But you better have some<i>good</i>ideas floating around in that head of yours. You owe them that much," she said, gesturing to the other rebels that sat quietly, watching. Jane hoped they were preparing themselves. Statement made, she turned once more and headed for the door.<br/><br/>Jane looked up for a moment at the dark sky, paying no mind to the rain as it fell, gradually turning her long-sleeved shirt a deeper shade of gray. Dome's night sky was little more than that: dark. Even the clouds were indistinguishable from one another, leaving only one thick, dark layer. With little moonlight to lean on, the meager streetlights bore the task of illuminating the cobblestones, sometimes flickering as if coughing from overexertion. The shadows cast over the officer's face made her presence all the more ominous and her appearance glaringly more worn.<br/><br/>"Listen ...," she began, facing the taller woman, eyes scanning her face, "I'm just as<i>excited</i>as you are to work together. I don't want any extra headaches over this, and you don't look like you want any, either. Obviously, we're not going to be on friendly terms, but let's at least be civil. Deal?" Hopeful as the question was, Jane kept her expectations low. After all, what self-respecting officer passed up a single chance to taunt the 'lesser folk'? "I'm going to need something to call you, other than 'Officer', too ..."<br/><br/>"Also, we're going to need a<i>good</i>meeting place. A few good ones, actually, to keep things varied, and they'll need to be spots that Victor won't suss out too quickly. Any suggestions?" Jane sure as hell hoped she had ideas, if it was so easy for her to find them. It was hard to imagine that someone like her had any experience with stealth. Militia stood out on purpose. They never bothered blending in because it was never necessary, and frankly, Jane wasn't sure how it'd be possible. The older woman exuded authority. Jane, on the other hand, was born and raised a street rat.<br/><br/>Perhaps this time that would work to her advantage.