He has to smile at that. Kenzi really isn't wrong -- she's downright feisty in the sack. Fucking amazing, but no. That's not the only reason he's still here. Rumlow gets the impression that he's supposed to be. Why else give a cover as a married couple? He just wishes he remembered the mission. His lips press together at her looking about.
She's not wrong there, either. Worst part is, he doesn't know how paranoid to be. It must be why they were trained so intensely for this role. To blend in that much better, in case they really were never allowed to lower their guard. There are still pieces missing in the puzzle, but Rumlow thinks he's starting to get the big picture. He only wishes, like Kenzi, there were an easier way to talk.
"Might be able to," Rumlow says, glancing towards the edge of town. "Long as we keep our voices low and our body language neutral."
His voice dips down, quieter, though his demeanor appears casual. He smiles at Kenzi, reassuring her that they can talk, as long as they play it cool. As they approach a street, Rumlow hangs a right, steering Kenzi to come along with.
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She's not wrong there, either. Worst part is, he doesn't know how paranoid to be. It must be why they were trained so intensely for this role. To blend in that much better, in case they really were never allowed to lower their guard. There are still pieces missing in the puzzle, but Rumlow thinks he's starting to get the big picture. He only wishes, like Kenzi, there were an easier way to talk.
"Might be able to," Rumlow says, glancing towards the edge of town. "Long as we keep our voices low and our body language neutral."
His voice dips down, quieter, though his demeanor appears casual. He smiles at Kenzi, reassuring her that they can talk, as long as they play it cool. As they approach a street, Rumlow hangs a right, steering Kenzi to come along with.
"Let's take he scenic route."