Birdseed got out and walked beside Condor. Smiling at her comment about the 'social lubricant', she decided to hook her right arm in Condor's left. [color=F26EFB]"No matter what our cover is, we're supposed to be close emotionally. If she's a tough girl and plays it aggressive, then we're cousins getting flowers for our grandma's funeral. If she's reasonable and non-threatening, then we're 'besties' getting flowers for our friend's wedding. Last scenario I thought of is if she starts off too strong and comes on to either of us. In that case, we're the brides of the wedding. And please don't forget that I'm more than qualified to work in a psychology office. I can tell something's up behind that wall of confidence. I don't know [i]what[/i] is going on, but I can tell it's a facade. I won't pry, but I just wanted to warn you that there's only so much that you can slip past me when I'm on a mission. Don't be affraid, I'm just the gadgety, nerdy tech girl. I'm not out on a personal vandetta to make you mine. Plus, I have waaaay too much work invested in gadgets to successfully have a real relationship, so I just stick with what I know: gadget tech. And reading people."[/color]
	Not being the best at displaying her own emotions, Birdseed tries to convay how nothing real is going to come from this mission's cover story. [color=F26EFB][i]Jesus, I suck at calming people down. Can't I just tell them I want them to feel better because I can read most peoples' emotions like a child's picture book?[/i][/color] Of course, that would be too easy, so Birdseed dropped the thoughts and went over the scenarios in her head again as they walked along.