"For luck," Root whispers against Shaw's mouth, "Not that you'll need it." Root finally lets go of Shaw's coat collar, a slight smirk playing on her lips.
"You're right, I won't," Shaw finally says, looking anywhere but at Root. She wasn't used to this, this feeling of intimacy with a person. She doesn't do feelings. Let alone with Root of all people. I'm losing my goddamn mind. Fuck it.
Her eyes finally land on Root's, "But thanks. And you know, be careful too or whatever. Even She can't protect you from Greer's goons, you're not bulletproof."
"Aw Shaw, I knew you cared," that slightly crazy smirk grew into a full-blown smile as she said it. After a beat Root grew more serious, still looking at Shaw. "Now go, Harold and his brooding bodyguard need you. Everything is going to be fine, She has a plan."
Shaw rolls her eyes, "Of course She does. All right, I'm going. Catch ya later Root."
[It is time]
Root watches Shaw walk away, a slight frown in place of her usual smirk. She blinks, turns on her heel and heads in the opposite direction.
Goodbye Sameen.