"I’m glad that you aren’t an expert in politics. I have enough friends who are, it’s a nice switch up." Lina makes a kind smile in her direction before ordering a small portion of mozerella-sticks. They were her guilty pleasure and she figured she might want to have something to snack on because this conversation was off to a good pace. "You’re a woman who understands, Riley, and I love it." The woman compliments Riley before dipping one of her mozerella sticks in the marinara sauce provided. "I’m a criminal lawyer. So, if you’re ever in need of some help that involves the law — give me a call." Lina hands Riley her business card before continuing. "Even if I can’t help you personally, I know plenty of others who can."
"Ah, well, I guess I’m glad to give you something different today then." Riley takes a bite from her burger, although still listening to what the other woman was saying. She is smart, there’s no doubting that and Riley knows there could be something she would be able to learn from this woman, even if it is just facts about something. Riley thanks her for the compliment, genuinely appreciative of the opinion of someone much smarter than her. That was the thing with some smart people, they could make anything sound true. "A lawyer, wow." Riley is definitely impressed by that line of work. She takes the card and glances at it, nodding, before setting it in her purse. "I take it you’re the defender and not the prosecutor?" There was a difference between those two, right? Riley doubts herself momentarily, but it’s not like she can take those words back. "What kind of crime to specialize in?"
"You were planning on?” War turned to look the other woman over, skimmed over the tickets in her hand and the lack of people apparently with her, and drew her own conclusions, “Sounds like a good movie, though— you know, now you mention it, I think I might remember the first one. Had a talking plant thing, right?” She bumped her luggage and grinned when it came up, “Yeah, I mean, you don’t think they’ll notice, do ya? Got enough gummy bears in this thing to last for days, you don’t even know.”
"Had plans to," she raised the tickets in her hand, giving a close lipped forced smile. "But my friend cancelled unexpectedly. You can have them if you’re waiting on someone," she stretched her hand toward the other woman just in case. Her smile is more genuine as their conversation continues, feeling more comfortable. "A talking tree, yeah," she nodded, looking down at the luggage. "Nah, I’m pretty sure you’ll go right through. Although with the way things are priced here, I don’t blame you for bringing your own snacks."
"A symptom of the American disease as a whole." Lina smiles back at the woman. It felt nice to have company at the table and a non-small talk conversation with someone other than her co workers. The woman sips her wine carefully before shaking her hand and responding. "It’s quite the pleasure to make your acquaintance Riley." Riley’s southern accent was so refreshing to hear, something different — her kind energy was a definite plus. Lina crosses her legs before giving a quick scoff to her question. "I deal with those fat cats on a daily basis and let me tell you something Riley, they are the most deceitful, pompous, self-centered folks around. I am certainly not pleased in the slightest bit by the situation at hand." She raises har hand aand places it on her chest to point at herself. "Now I may have my own small fortune, but here’s the thing. I help others to get that , not steal it or deceive them."
"Yeah, same here." Riley smiled and nodded, agreeing. "Although, I gotta be honest with you, politics isn’t exactly my field of expertise." She chuckled to let off some of her nervous energy. She was embarrassed to find herself in a position where her unintelligence was apparent. Not every day she found herself in the company of someone so knowledgeable about something like this, even if she worked with some. She laughed, leaning back in her chair after hearing her opinion. "I deal with similarly awful people on a day to day basis, too." She reached for the back of neck and rubbed it slightly. "I can’t imagine what it would be like to deal with ones who think just ‘cause they’ve got money they themselves make the world go round." She expelled a sigh, shaking her head. "Hey, you shouldn’t be ashamed of the money you’ve got, as long as you don’t go acting like them. What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?"
Riley brought up a good point, thoguh the woman could go on for hours about all the things she felt were plaguing the country. She decided that since this poor stranger surely didn’t want to hear her complain all day, she’d keep the list to herself. “That’s just a symptom, if those who were rich and powerful didn’t run the country then we wouldn’t be sending troops to other countries in hopes of gaining more riches and power.” Lina Shrugs before continuing. “Oh! Please forgive my lack of manners. Would you like to sit down? It’s not like I am expecting any guests.” She gestures to the seat across from her own. “I’m Lina by the way.”
"A symptom of the lack of freedom?" Riley asked for clarification, a slight smile still on her face. She wasn’t prepared to be offered a seat, but seeing as Riley had planned to eat alone, eating with someone wasn’t so bad. "Oh, thank you, if it wouldn’t be a bother." She then walked a couple of steps back to her table to grab her tray and sit down across from her. "Riley," she greeted, standing up again to extend her hand over and give the other woman a handshake. "I take it you’re not so happy with the people on Wall Street, either?" Riley remarked, looking down at her burger and fries before glancing up at Lina.
Lina notices the blonde approaching her table before Riley responds to her statement. “I’m afraid that’s the American disease.” The woman nods her head and rolls her eyes in a gesture of annoyance to the state of society, it’s 2017 yet everyone was still behaving like school children over the matter of those with abilities. When the other woman asks for her ketchup, Lina merely shrugs and responds. “Help yourself, dear. I am already stuffed.” She laughs and dabs at her face with the cloth she was provided to assure her appearances was tip-top.
"Really?" She couldn’t help but chuckle at that even though it wasn’t exactly a laughing matter nor did Riley consider it a joke. "Could’ve sworn the American disease was not being unable to mind its own business." She shook her head at her own comment; she had come from a very patriotic family. After all, two of her brothers served, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know its flaws. She grabbed the ketchup, but decided to stick around for the conversation. The motion she did was not one Riley had seen for a while, usually in the upper side of her town—or her sister. She could only internally roll her eyes at the thought of her sister’s behavior, in the most loving way of course.
For the past fifteen minutes, Lina’s eyes had been locked onto the Tv that rested on the wall, listening intently to the latest news. As the anchors spouted their lines from the prompter, the woman couldn’t help but chuckle. This whole situation was so painfully annoying — but it kept her busy at work so she couldn’t complain. After a while, she becomes so annoyed at the information she was hearing that Lina spoke, intending to mumble to herself but the words come out louder than she had intended. “It’s amazing how much lies we live in, land of the free — pft.”
The sound of the television battled with the hum of the ceiling fan in the small restaurant, but Riley was glad it beat the chatter of the patrons. When she finally sat with her meal, she noticed there wasn’t ketchup and she looked around before pushing her chair back slightly to the nearest table. She was about to ask for it, but then the woman spoke. Believing she was speaking to her, Riley responded. “It seems it can only be free for some, not everyone.” She left her comment at that, sighing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but may I borrow your ketchup?”
Friends in government? Chris almost laughed at that. No one ever really had friends in government. You were either an ally or an enemy. And you could only really trust an ally if you owned them. Luckily for her, he did own quite a few individuals who were still very active and connected. And they probably needed a reminding soon that just because he was out of politics for now, they weren’t off their leashes. Not by a long shot. “If that’s the road you want to take, then I think in the near future I will have yet another one.” Knowing that was the direction she was thinking of taking, Chris was even more happy with this deal than before. Because once his end was complete, she’d owe him big. And that was always the kind of person you wanted in any kind of government position.
"Well you rising back to agent status shouldn’t take too long." She was right about their communication. From here on out, it would need to be handled very delicately. He doubted in the future either one of them would have the ability to get away for more private meetings such as this. Taking out another card and a pen, Chris scribbled a date, time, and address which he handed to Riley. "This will be the time and location of your first catch. She has minor control over air currents and is unregistered. She’ll be passed out drunk and the door will be unlocked. There will be more than enough Rogue paraphernalia around to justify bringing her in. There will also be a box left beside her door which will contain a new phone with a number to reach me programmed in. That will be how we communicate from here on out." Chris again smiled and cocked his head to the side. "Any other concerns? If not, then it might be best for you to get back on Nexus’ radar soon so they don’t get suspicious."
She nodded, understanding but excited. “Thank you,” she repeated, feeling a new sense of calm that she hadn’t felt in so long. She has felt so uncomfortable for so long; she couldn’t believe she didn’t think of this any sooner. “I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, right?” She wasn’t too sure; she definitely needed more time to think about her future. Her future. It was hers once again. And it would be one she wanted. She really could only smile to hold in the excitement. Upon being handed the paper, she didn’t think it would be happening so fast. It was what she wanted, but it’s rapidness could do worse for her mental state, something her psychiatrist warned her about. Not to do anything rash. However, the date wasn’t too close; she had time to let it sink in.
This time she gave a brief nod, an answer to his command. “Got it.” She had a another question, although as she let it simmer in her mind, she realized it was idiotic. He was going to give her the post-humans; he wasn’t going to help her come up with some story for how she come across them. They would prove to be difficult until she becomes an agent, but there was a reason she was pretty good at her previous job, wasn’t there? “No, that’ll be all.” She glanced back down at the paper before putting it into her purse. She then extended a hand for Christopher to shake. “I guess I’ll be hearing from you then.” She gave her goodbye before turning and remembering where the exit was and leaving.