<i>So she agrees.</i><br/><br/>That was one weight off of Jane's chest, albeit a small one. The coming days (<i>Weeks? Months? How long is this going to take?</i>) were already shaping out to be hellish, but they'd be damn-near impossible if the two of them spent the time constantly at each other's throats. Granted, their version of 'civility' had less to do with politeness than it did with Jane's 'superior' exercising her superior power with her superior fists. As Jane quickly realized, the condescending comments were there to stay.<br/><br/><i>"Your big boy friends aren't quite into you, are they now."</i><br/><br/>The truth behind her words made Jane's throat feel tight. She knew this already, but somehow hearing it from<i>her</i>made it a much more painful reality. She wasn't quite right about everything, though. "It's really not about caring, or not wanting to care, at all. Some people just can't agree to disagree." Jane conveniently omitted the part about Connor's distaste for Jane being a direct result of her not wanting this woman dead. Her words did little to lighten the air. How could they, under the weight of the officer's scrutiny?<br/><br/><i>Would she hurt me?</i>Jane couldn't help but wonder. Of course, Jane knew she could, and would, under the context of 'militia versus rebel', but ... what changed under these circumstances? As odd as it was to think of their last encounter in such a way, at least the woman's attack had been provoked. Somehow, seeing her like this made it difficult to imagine her acting as the violent sadist Jane knew the militia to be. It was practically in the job description.<i>And if she did ... would she enjoy it ...?</i>Jane visibly shuddered at the thought, but luckily, the other woman had already begun walking away. She'd just have to wait and find out. Hopefully not the hard way.<br/><br/>Snapping out of her little trance as the other woman expressed her impatience, Jane took off after her, half-jogging the first few steps to catch up before following just one step behind her, a little off to the right. "Call me whatever. You already know my name and face, so it doesn't matter. Besides, I'm just another one of many 'Jane's' in this city."<br/><br/><i>Civil. Be civil.</i>They were doomed if not even Jane could adhere to her own request.<br/><br/>Sighing, s settled on keeping a mental note of the surrounding area as they walked and picking out landmarks so she'd remember this place for later reference. It also didn't hurt to keep an eye out for potential threats.<br/><br/>"And if you don't want to tell me your name, fine." She paused for a moment. "I'll call you Liv. You remind me of a Liv I used to know." Jane smiled to herself at that, once again conveniently leaving out that the 'Liv' she was referring to was her childhood pet, a grumpy old mutt that Jane almost exclusively remembered for chewing holes in every shoe she owned. She thought the comparison was accurate enough.