"I'll be back, I just need to think. First time for everything, right?" she said, and took one quick, edgy look around the room. "Coat."
"Upstairs?" Methos offered. She looked back at him, smiling.
"Of course--I took it off up there...like I'm going to lay down comfortably with you know what up my back..." and then she spread her hands in an obvious shrug. And then she dashed past him. He took a moment to take the statement in--it was the things she *didn't* say that usually explained her moods. *Of course she couldn't sleep with a sword at her back.*
She was back down in an instant, tugging the trench around her shoulders. "Perfect Girl Scout me, always prepared." And with little more than that, she swept past Nick, leaving him in the awkward position of shooting parting looks at the others. He followed her out the door, where, just steps outside, she was looking up and down the street.
"Couldn't have left there fast enough?" he commented, dryly.
"Where'd you park?" she asked.
"Around the corner?" he responded, more a question than an answer. "I thought you were just interested in..."
"Right, a nice, head-clearing walk. I like to just mill around and swing my arms a bit--you're kidding, right? So, you jump in and let me off the hook with Methos because...what?" Before he could answer, she continued her thought. "Because you know I'm already thinking about what's next. And you've a....naturally curious nature."
"All right, I have a naturally curious nature--where are we going?" Nick demanded.
"To your car?" Genevieve replied, slowly. "Since you're the one driving, I'm giving the directions, okay? Don't worry--it's not like I'm going to...I dunno...take you some strange place and take advantage of you or something." She grinned at the thought. Forming a mental picture of doing just that very thing, she quickly covered up her grin, catching it before it became a laugh. She coughed, quickly, then added. "Um, just a place I know of. Humor me."
"You're used to being humored, aren't you?"
She thought about that. "It's the easier way to deal with me, yeah."
"There's the car," Nick pointed out. "Sure you wouldn't rather..."
Genevieve grinned. She wasn't really sure if driving was a recommended activity, given her level of distraction. Even at her best, she was a road hazard.
"Trust me."
Posted on Jan 7, 2001, 7:31 PM from IP address 172.132.149.94