"You were a surgeon right?" Root asks, while they are both trailing a number as he walks down the street.
"What is it? Obvious day?" Shaw shoots her a look and concentrates on not losing the trail.
"No. It's Halloween." Root's tone in sickeningly sweet, the way it gets when she is trying to ask for a favor.
"Get to the point, will you?"
"So I was wondering, I have never seen you in scrubs, and I really think I would like to."
"Not gonna wear scrubs if I don't have a patient I can give physical to." Shaw mutters offhandedly, and that is when their number takes out a knife and grabs a passerby, ducking into a street.
Root reacts a fraction of a second faster than Shaw, taking her gun out and getting ready to sprint. Before she runs, she shoots Shaw a grin, and winks. "Now you're getting it."
Frozen for a split second, Shaw backtracks through the conversation.
Oh.
Cocking an eyebrow, she mumbles, "I can surely get behind that," and then takes off behind Root, pulling out her own nine millimeter as she goes.