Months? A few months? His face displayed the disbelief he felt. She wasn't much help but her answer was something. And she didn't give the impression of being an enemy.
On his bed was the suitcase opened and bag of crackers shared space with a small stack of photographs on the top of his clothing. The tablet was on the bed next to the piece of luggage. Trip followed her eyes in the room then returned to look at them. "Antoine Triplett." His friends referred to him by a different name but he had yet to fully establish if that was the right category to put her in. She sent up a flag by peeking in his room but he couldn't quite call it a red one.
He'd cut her off if she made a bee line to his luggage. If Cashmere was hungry, that was fine, but he wasn't ready to share familiar faces with her. Then again... What if she recognized some of the faces from around the hotel? No. He couldn't take the chance and put anyone in danger. She could be a scout for Hydra, sent to gather intelligence. He didn't let his doubts show on his features but cooly strolled to his suitcase--pulling out the bag of crackers before closing the luggage shut.
"Was there someone in this room before me?" he casually asked, doing his own investigating. Little did he know the starvation everyone had been through. Hunger wasn't on his mind but snacking gave him a less threatening appearance. He wasn't ready to smile just yet since she hadn't.
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On his bed was the suitcase opened and bag of crackers shared space with a small stack of photographs on the top of his clothing. The tablet was on the bed next to the piece of luggage. Trip followed her eyes in the room then returned to look at them. "Antoine Triplett." His friends referred to him by a different name but he had yet to fully establish if that was the right category to put her in. She sent up a flag by peeking in his room but he couldn't quite call it a red one.
He'd cut her off if she made a bee line to his luggage. If Cashmere was hungry, that was fine, but he wasn't ready to share familiar faces with her. Then again... What if she recognized some of the faces from around the hotel? No. He couldn't take the chance and put anyone in danger. She could be a scout for Hydra, sent to gather intelligence. He didn't let his doubts show on his features but cooly strolled to his suitcase--pulling out the bag of crackers before closing the luggage shut.
"Was there someone in this room before me?" he casually asked, doing his own investigating. Little did he know the starvation everyone had been through. Hunger wasn't on his mind but snacking gave him a less threatening appearance. He wasn't ready to smile just yet since she hadn't.