Maybe she should stop checking you out.

Or, rather, maybe something she should focus on anything besides you.

God, look at you go, fighting like that, you make it look so easy. Jane knows how half, hell, if not all her relationships go, if you can even call them that. They’re mostly just one night stands, but still—something about you just makes her want to pursue you. She’ll have you in her arms by the end of tonight, somehow. Proof? Well, you’ll just have to trust her on this, pretty please?x

“You know, have I told you how good you look in that?”

Yes. Yes she has. Like 6 times.

Sure, Jane doesn’t know much about you, but he knows he likes what he sees, and it isn’t his fault your dressed like that. Well, okay, it is a typical PUBSEC uniform, but God if it didn’t do wonders for you.

Sure, she should be focus on the fact that you’re trying to interrogate a guy strapped to a chair to get info on Razor’s new scheme—whatever he has in store is much less important to her than you, at least right now.

“How long do you plan to keep torturing this guy? Look at him, he’s squirming…”

Until you get answers on what Razor and his gang is planning to do with the explosives that are stored in the boxes.

“Well, alright… if you ever get a little needy I’ll be over there ~ Feel free to crawl into my arms.”

She’d stand next to and look down at the guy you duct taped to a rocking chair. Whispering into his ear:

“What I’d give swap places with you, lucky bastard…”

。 。 。

cough

“Oh, uh—right, hah... I’ll just…excuse myself, don’t mind me, darling~!”

And so she would, sitting on some nearby box near the single lightbulb that lit up a small portion of the warehouse. Can she stop being so distracting?!

“How am I distracting? I’m only watching and listening… Hey, how about we ditch the guy and go out, hm?”