Just for a second, Kate's worried she's been found out. She knows the tune of La Marseillaise, who doesn't? and she can kind of hum along and fake it, but she doesn't know the words like any true patriot would. What happens if she gets caught? Will COST help get her out of being hung as a spy? Is it hung or hanged? It's hanged, isn't it-- wait.
A couple things click together at once and she's pretty much already rolling her eyes by the time she's turned far enough around to confirm that, yep, she recognizes that face. She's dressed like a civilian and doing her best to pass as a young man, though her best pretty much consists of men's clothes, a tri-cornered hat tugged low to shade her face, and crossed fingers. She helpfully tips her head up to make sure Midnighter can see her flat expression.
"You again." But then there's one more piece to click into place here. Brows draw together and then one rises, sharply arched. "Wait, is that Les Mis? Did you seriously just quote Les Mis at me? Wow, I had you pegged as like a...whatever-the-opposite-of-that-is kind of guy. Death metal? Really obnoxious techno?"
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A couple things click together at once and she's pretty much already rolling her eyes by the time she's turned far enough around to confirm that, yep, she recognizes that face. She's dressed like a civilian and doing her best to pass as a young man, though her best pretty much consists of men's clothes, a tri-cornered hat tugged low to shade her face, and crossed fingers. She helpfully tips her head up to make sure Midnighter can see her flat expression.
"You again." But then there's one more piece to click into place here. Brows draw together and then one rises, sharply arched. "Wait, is that Les Mis? Did you seriously just quote Les Mis at me? Wow, I had you pegged as like a...whatever-the-opposite-of-that-is kind of guy. Death metal? Really obnoxious techno?"