She keeps her head bowed concentrating a few more beats on washing up her hands as her glaring companion makes quick and quiet work of clearing out the rest of the lingering bodies the small washroom held. Only looking up at the soft clicking of the door lock.
"Was wondering when you'd get around to me." Hanna laughs without much humor as she slowly dries her hands with a few folded towel squares from the holder affixed to the wall beside the sink.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Root scoffs still keeping close to the door as she gives the other woman another appraising once over. In another life, one possibly where sadly Root hadn't met her God nor found her perfect sociopathic partner, she might have considered pursuing. Lucky for Root she had found both the Machine and Shaw within the same lifetime.
"Surprised Shaw agreed to this." the other says as if reading Root's mind. "Didn't think she'd want you out of her sight for some second even if it is to come bug me." knowing full well by the fire in her friend's eyes she was already on incredibly thin ice.
"Misdirected her with the menu for the moment. Gives us a few minutes to talk while she finishes ordering three of everything they offer." Root answers with an amused smile. "Besides Bear won't let anything happen to her."
"Yeah. I've heard that before." Hanna nodes with a smile of her own at the fierce loyalty the dog held for his chosen family. Hanna only jealously wished she had someone as loyal in her corner once her secret came out. "you know if I didn't already know I'd get a bullet for attempting it I'd consider kidnapping that pup for the rest of the afternoon." She admits outright as she turns slowly to face the best friend, she'd last seen one dark night when she was fourteen.
"Good luck with that." Root scoffs examining her nearly perfectly repainted nails. "One thing Shaw likes more than a nice meal is that dog." she says before the rest of her words register as a confirmation betrayal of another way her enemy could hurt the only woman other than her God and her lost best friend that Root cared for.
Not that Samaritan could be blinded to how deeply any in their team cared for the animal Root had left on temporary guard with the reward of the occasional shared bite once Shaw's army-worthy meal had time to arrive.
"Sure, only the dog." Hanna agrees then immediately regrets it at the flash of pained remembrance flashing across Sam's expression before she seems to catch herself and school her face back under a cool poker mask. "Good thing I know Dutch." She says in offered distraction from whatever was running through her friend's mind. Her voice dropped into a near-perfect accented wording despite it being several years since she'd had to use one of the many languages she'd absorbed over her years on the run.
"Animal kidnapping? Not really your style,"Root answers with narrowed eyes. Her own Dutch dialect is far surer than Hanna's rusted one. "and I promise you. Come after our dog and I might not live to see it, but I can promise you Sameen will make good on ripping your melted circuits apart board by board with her bare hands once she gets him back."
Hanna raised her open hands slowly in a show of good faith under Root's eerily unphased eyes. "Easy." She attempts to calm changing back to English. "I'm not your enemy here."
"Aren't you?"
Hanna recoiled at the simmering anger of the question as she backed a little more against the chilly press of the grimy bathroom mirror to distance herself from that calm anger. It takes all her willpower to keep from sinking into her deeply carried memories of another Bishop native who had the same look right after he'd finished dragging her struggling teenage self from his car.
"I didn't like being a bargaining chip for a God when it was mine." Root growls her hand reaching up to rub against the space where her implant used to be. "what makes you think I'm alright with being one for you?" the hacker probes. "I've already waited this long for my someday with Sameen not that I'll ever get it outside of this I guess thanks to that snipper you set on us but all I have to do now is sit back and do what I do best." Root sighs giving her hair another carefree tussling "Either I die, or we both die. Either way, I'm never giving you what you want."
"Root, please," Hanna whispers tears stinging her eyes as she forces the words out. Yet before she could muster the courage to make her full confession Root was tilting her head like a puppy newly called by its owner.
Not that it was hard to guess what she was listening to over the sounds of several of the diner patrons screaming in surprise before making a hasty retreat to the front door over the sounds of muffled traded gunfire.
"You gonna open up willing or am I going to have to shoot this thing open?" Shaw's growl of a voice asked from the other side of the locked bathroom door.
At the question, Root's whole demeanor changes as she smoothly swings the door open. "Always willing to open up for you sweetie."
Shaw's eyes shift to Hanna's stricken expression as she slips close enough to take hold of the hand Root wasn't still using to hold open the bathroom door.
"Not yet." Hanna husks out at the shorter woman's unasked question. "but she did have a talk of her own."
"Great but now we gotta get out of here before the rest of Samaritan's lap dogs show up for reinforcements to those posers," Shaw warns pushing a fresh clip into her gun as she spoke as Root and Hanna take in the three downed minions whimpering into the tiled floor at the loss of their kneecaps. Another already loaded weapon obediently passed to Root's expectant hand.
"Only the one?" Root pouts
Shaw's hand flexes in possession of the hand she is already holding. "Yeah, Root only the one." She agrees tugging her a little closer against her side. "and before you ask Big Sis already said she's taken care of the rest grub for after we're done playing catch us if the hell no they won't."
"I love your similarities." Root sighed running her free hand through Shaw's sloppily tossed-up ponytail as she reached over to swipe away a glob of barbeque sauce from the corner of her partner's lips before bringing her sauce-dirtied thumb to her mouth for a taste.
"Hum. Not bad." Root praised over the whine of stopping van tires.
"They aren't after us," Shaw says her eyes on Root.
"Samaritan sending lackeys on their team?" the hacker asks
"She's never been one of them." Shaw defends "Sure she worked with them at one point, but it wasn't her choice."
"Sure, I can't just shoot her?" Root pouts weighing the gun in her palm.
"You shoot her, you're gonna have to shoot me first." Shaw bargains her hand still in Root's as she swings between the two Texas natives. "She's our number. We keep her safe."
Root lets out a long breath as she weighs her options. "So much more I wanna do to you than shoot you, Sameen." she decides tucking the gun into the waistband of her pants as Bear shook out his coat in anticipation. The pup stuck closer to the Samaritan agent's side the same way Shaw was all but wielded to Root's as they waited out the last of the calm before yet another Samaritan-driven storm washed over them.
"Promises, promises," Shaw scoffs under her breath redoubling her hold on her own gun even as her eyes sweep in lusted longing over the tall hacker at her side. "Ready to roll?" she asks waiting for both her companions to give agreeing nodes before offering her plan of retreat.