Plum was satisfied by the action that Ghost had decided on. It seemed he liked her idea well enough to go with it. It pleased her more than she thought it should, but she did not question why. Who cared? She felt acknowledged.<br/><br/>"Hey Plum," Ghost started and the woman looked at him with curiosity. That tone was usually reserved for beyond intimate moments. "What would you do if you had an out? If you didn't have to deal with any of this anymore?" Ghost waved a hand absently. While he tried to make it seem like a casual question, Plum was no idiot. That tone spoke in volumes that no one else could hear.<br/><br/>"Ghost...this...don't," Plum replied, her voice soft and low. When her eyes met his, though, part of her relented. She gave a sigh, "I don't know, Ghost. I'd likely just take up with another organization to be honest. What I do for PM....what I do for free lance work...it's all I know." There was a pause in the air, as if she were supposed to say more. She dragged it on for another moment longer.<br/><br/>"I know what you want me to say Ghost. I can't. I can't honestly say that...I want the things you most likely want. I've never imagined what life is like outside of this. I don't want to, either. I have it fine just how it is, you know? I have a nice place to sleep, a decent shaggin' partner, and some amount of control over my life."<br/><br/>She fell silent and took another sip, stirring the ice in a self-soothing manner. She reflected carefully on Ghost's behavior recently. "You're acting a whole lot like you're in love with me," she stated blankly. She then stood, gathering her things and pushing in her chair, "I need you to get it together Ghost. I've got to go. I left the information on your desk. Goodbye Ghost."