( Angela closes her eyes—even if he had contacted her first, hadn't said anything to either of them, there's no way they wouldn't find out on their own somehow. Is that better or worse than someone letting them know? Equivalent, maybe. It isn't as if they have answers for why this place has this information, no more than anyone has for why they had objects of theirs. That one had a theory of them being here before, if she recalls, but she knows not a single person involved in this project, even him, would have penned a single word about this into any type of document.
She presses her fingertips against the folder and pushes it to the side, opening her eyes again when she takes up another one to look through it. The words aren't sticking, but it's nothing that involves their City, she can tell that much. )
I see. I'm sure they'll find out about it whether you or I want them to, and probably sooner than we'd like... At least I won't have to be the bearer of bad news at a party again. ( It should be a joke. It doesn't sound like one, so she gives up on changing her mood. ) I'll help you look through the rest of these. We'll assemble what we can find relating to the City we're from, and...
( ...her fingers still. She purses her lips. Would he agree? ... )
no subject
She presses her fingertips against the folder and pushes it to the side, opening her eyes again when she takes up another one to look through it. The words aren't sticking, but it's nothing that involves their City, she can tell that much. )
I see. I'm sure they'll find out about it whether you or I want them to, and probably sooner than we'd like... At least I won't have to be the bearer of bad news at a party again. ( It should be a joke. It doesn't sound like one, so she gives up on changing her mood. ) I'll help you look through the rest of these. We'll assemble what we can find relating to the City we're from, and...
( ...her fingers still. She purses her lips. Would he agree? ... )
Burn these.