( she doesn't assume anything of his character other than what he shows, if anything she thinks it's a horrid habit picked up by the arrogance of human nature. working at the bulletin had given her a keener perception, minimalized, focused far more on tells and mannerisms than facades and superficiality. an elbow is offered to her quite casually, and gaze flutters towards it beneath her lashes.

back in manhattan, she may not consider him an ally, but in a city like this it'd be wise of her to recognize the fact that there was one enemy: the city itself, and whoever was puppeteering it with a perverse god complex. and so with that in mind she's lacing her arm gently through his, fingertips coming to rest on the crisp fabric of his jacket. )

You may. ( fit neatly to the part. she knows better than to think the officials were only those apparent bodies with uniforms that gave it away, no. they were immersed within them, dominants and submissives alike, so his drift is easy to catch and she's quick to fall into line, plucking another champagne from one of the waiters and handing it to him with a pressed smile. )

Not enough. Everyone seems to be working for big brother, but there's no discernable source. They're tracking us, but I don't know how. Running ... tests, monitoring— ( a pause, another sip of bubbly taken if only to placate the passerby before they're a good distance away. ) How we're behaving, all apparently for some gene. ( a glance is cut off to the crowd, tucking lips in on one another. )

Keep the device they've given you off whenever you can; long enough that it's not suspicious. There's been fines, punishment. They have eyes and ears everywhere.