Without Bows
"You don't have any clips in your hair."
Daniel stops a few feet behind her after strolling by her in the hallway. It's Friday night and most of the mountain personnel have long since left to enjoy their weekend, with a few exceptions of course.
Should have known he'd be staying behind to read up on a tablet from their latest mission.
Wished to avoid a confrontation, but she turns back, smoothing out her dress. "No, I decided to omit them tonight. I'm going out."
That should snip the conversation short, but he approaches her, the quirk in his brow that he gets when he's confused, when he's investigating. "Anyone I know?"
She shrugs, pursing her lips together with an innocent blink. "Not really important is it?"
Expects him to argue, to ensure she used the proper channels and filled out her paperwork in triplicate before leaving the mountain, but instead his lips tug into a half-grin. "You look—really nice."
"Thank you." She fixes the bracelet around her wrist and nods at the elevator. "I should—"
"Yeah, don't want to be late." But he remains stationary until the elevator dings, then he watches her step through the opening. "Be safe."
When she's alone inside she rolls her eyes at the distorted metal doors and fixes her bracelet again before mumbling to herself, "what do you think I do for a living?"