[attr="class","beck"]"i don't know. you seem tense."

cigarette finds his lips and an inhale follows. it sinks into his lungs, spreading with a satisfying burn. he exhales smoke to the side, then turns to look at her.

"how's your cardio?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]"not effectively, last i remember."

a finger taps, scattering ash that disperses across the waters. the docks are close now, he knows that much as he peers out into darkness.

"do you need me to step in?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]he's about to respond before she cuts him off with a question.

"mine?"

he pauses, considering. he settles on something he normally wouldn't.

"you tell me, saoirse."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]a soft chuckle escapes him as he watches her trail away, separating. he takes another drag of the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, foot raising to grind it against wood.

"about thirty seconds out."

and sure enough, the shape of the docks soon come into sight. he points towards it as he leans against the railing.

"it's about a fifteen-minute walk to the safe house after that. we'll need to transport just the one crate."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]beckett throws a glance over his shoulder to one of the crates and makes a mental note of its dimensions. it's not small enough to be carried but also not large enough to require pokemon.

"we could pull it."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]the display of affection raises an eyebrow; he turns to observe with insouciance, ultimately turning away when he assumes it to be pointless. he chooses not to show affection to tools but what she does is her choice.

"that's fine."

the boat slows to a still, docking. he turns away to step off, assuming she'd handle the heavy lifting.

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint