[Rumlow frowned and considered for a long moment, sizing Jefferson up again and reading between the lines. Everyone had a way with words.] Then who does? You're obviously here for someone else.
[He leaned down a little, looking up into Jefferson's face. He was still smiling as well, a tad knowing. He was looking for a reaction to base his hunches on, since he honestly had no memory of anything but a relatively normal and boring life.]
no subject
[He leaned down a little, looking up into Jefferson's face. He was still smiling as well, a tad knowing. He was looking for a reaction to base his hunches on, since he honestly had no memory of anything but a relatively normal and boring life.]
I can do that. Alone, that is.