"Sure, it's not mine. This guy let me borrow it earlier." Steve. She didn't have the same reassuring connection to him like she did with Rumlow, but he'd been a real nice dude and had confirmed a few things that made her feel a little less crazy. She'd have to get the jacket back to him sooner or later, but that didn't mean she couldn't at least offer it to Rumlow... right?
At the mention of clothes, Kenzi perks up. She can't even remember what their bedroom looks like or what she likes to wear! Judging from what she's got on now, she's kind of... alternative. The grey hoodie is a lot warmer than the scrubs she stole from the hospital, but she could stand another layer to keep the chill off her.
Yeah, you head to the front of the house, Rumlow. Kenzi's just going to follow behind and continue checking you out. She knows she should probably be more wary, more careful about this entire situation. Nothing's been sitting right. She has her suspicions and there are things she knows she can't, or shouldn't, trust, but Brock isn't one of them.
The smaller, light blue raincoat is a hell of a lot cuter than his fisherman-looking shiz. Not very thick, but enough to give her that extra warmth she was looking for on top of her hoodie. She pulls it off the hanger and shrugs into it, having made her choice. She's going with him. If anything, having him close by might make her a little more willing to start prodding people a little more incessantly for information.
"Can I ask you stuff? Like, is it gonna be weird if we go all 20 questions on each other until I actually know what's up?" She looks up at him expectantly, shoving her hands into the pockets of her new (old?) rain coat. Her finger curls against something cold and she pulls it out.
Rings. Her wedding rings. The fuck were they doing in the pocket? Kenzi stares down at the stone for a moment, trying to glean anything she can besides the fact that maybe Rumlow does have good taste after all.
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At the mention of clothes, Kenzi perks up. She can't even remember what their bedroom looks like or what she likes to wear! Judging from what she's got on now, she's kind of... alternative. The grey hoodie is a lot warmer than the scrubs she stole from the hospital, but she could stand another layer to keep the chill off her.
Yeah, you head to the front of the house, Rumlow. Kenzi's just going to follow behind and continue checking you out. She knows she should probably be more wary, more careful about this entire situation. Nothing's been sitting right. She has her suspicions and there are things she knows she can't, or shouldn't, trust, but Brock isn't one of them.
The smaller, light blue raincoat is a hell of a lot cuter than his fisherman-looking shiz. Not very thick, but enough to give her that extra warmth she was looking for on top of her hoodie. She pulls it off the hanger and shrugs into it, having made her choice. She's going with him. If anything, having him close by might make her a little more willing to start prodding people a little more incessantly for information.
"Can I ask you stuff? Like, is it gonna be weird if we go all 20 questions on each other until I actually know what's up?" She looks up at him expectantly, shoving her hands into the pockets of her new (old?) rain coat. Her finger curls against something cold and she pulls it out.
Rings. Her wedding rings. The fuck were they doing in the pocket? Kenzi stares down at the stone for a moment, trying to glean anything she can besides the fact that maybe Rumlow does have good taste after all.