Just in case. Yeah. Just in case Craven sent someone to surreptitiously finish the job. Just in case Solomon woke up and didn't remember anything past getting stabbed in the leg, and he panicked. Just in case of a lot.
Valkyrie nodded as she took the small bear, without mentioning that she'd never even thought about leaving to go anywhere else. Solomon had just given up Necromancy. Anything she'd felt towards him after learning what he'd planned to do with her was totally and completely gone, replaced with genuine concern and worry.
It was definitely Gabe, though; he knew Solomon's name. Or at least the first half of it. What was he doing, changing his appearance like that? Was it because of them teasing him about... that actor, earlier? Darren Criss?
A memory tugged at the back of Valkyrie's mind somewhere. A couple of memories, actually, but she ignored them. This wasn't the time.
She watched the cabbie start, look back towards his cab, then down at his wallet. She knew he was realising he hadn't taken his wallet out before Gabe spoke, and probably trying to figure out how someone saw and registered a small picture on the dashboard of an illegally parked but otherwise unremarkable cab. "I... okay," he relented, nodding. "Thank you. Just, uh, let me go move my car. Really can't afford a parking ticket."
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Valkyrie nodded as she took the small bear, without mentioning that she'd never even thought about leaving to go anywhere else. Solomon had just given up Necromancy. Anything she'd felt towards him after learning what he'd planned to do with her was totally and completely gone, replaced with genuine concern and worry.
It was definitely Gabe, though; he knew Solomon's name. Or at least the first half of it. What was he doing, changing his appearance like that? Was it because of them teasing him about... that actor, earlier? Darren Criss?
A memory tugged at the back of Valkyrie's mind somewhere. A couple of memories, actually, but she ignored them. This wasn't the time.
She watched the cabbie start, look back towards his cab, then down at his wallet. She knew he was realising he hadn't taken his wallet out before Gabe spoke, and probably trying to figure out how someone saw and registered a small picture on the dashboard of an illegally parked but otherwise unremarkable cab. "I... okay," he relented, nodding. "Thank you. Just, uh, let me go move my car. Really can't afford a parking ticket."