Mm mm, nine lives! We had the other eight to figure that out.

[ his reminder of that oh-so-true (not) tidbit, which is very obviously just a simple tease at this point given the way he says it and what he says it to.

chat'll just take his almost-not-really-death-possibility (which seemed less and less likely the more he talks to her, honestly) in stride. speaking of strides, his are quickening into a run; it seems that request of hers is being taken seriously. given how she'd mentioned this was kind of fun, there was no harm in showing off a bit, was there?

gotta go fast.

( not to mention it helps him not think too hard about the fact he has no clue what to do after they find that cover they're looking for. ) ]

I don't usually like to say I'm clueless... [ here's where chat'll give her his first minor hint of hesitation. he shakes his head, as if shaking off that tone. ] You get to hear me admit it twice, since I've got no idea about that, eith— hold on!

[ his warning as he makes a leap over a minor trash hill. he could move around it, but nah. ]

—Anyway, if you're talking potential kidnappers, you're probably in the same spot, huh? That might be helping our teamwork.