She placed a hand on her hip, a grin crossing her lips at the same time. “What? This was hardly nothing.”

The continued reaction just further amused her and she didn’t make a point to hide it in the slightest. “I’m pleased you think so, I rather think I’ve perfected it over the years.”

“But I’m sure you have a few impressive tricks up your sleeve yourself, no?” She lifted a brow as she looked at him, nimble hands wiping down her shorts while the corner of her mouth tugged upwards.

She hummed in acknowledgment. “I usually work alone, with help on the sidelines.” She chuckled softly and lifted a shoulder. “But not many can keep up, or want to keep up with me as I traverse in dangerous places. However, I’m happy to lend a hand if you need it sometime.”

She stared at him then, pursing her lips slightly. “No one who goes ‘tomb raiding’ would call it easy, Mr Kennedy.” She smirked faintly and blew out an exhale. She wasn’t offended though. “Step in the wrong place and you might set off a trap, or something might collapse.”

She shrugged a shoulder casually. “Perhaps, but I’ve seen other things in my line of work, that goes quite beyond what you can imagine.” She scuffed her boots against the ground, the smirk lingering. “I’m thinking I could handle myself alright against most things, is all.”

That certainly got her attention and she lifted a brow curiously. “I sense a story there, but I’ll keep it in mind. Not to worry, I don’t intend to.” She didn’t want to pry of course so she just nodded despite her curiosity. She’d been in her fair share of bad situations too.

She hummed knowingly. “I see. I’ve had a few of those trips myself, nothing pleasant to linger on. I can respect that.” Like the time she was shipwrecked. Or Siberia for the matter. Neither of which were fond memories to her either.

“Excuse me?” She raised a brow at the reader.

“It is indeed. But it’s hard to find anyone who can keep up with me, so majority of the help I get is on the sidelines.” She smirked faintly upon picking up the vodka. “For some reason, they don’t seem to fancy getting a good exercise running through a trap infested tomb?”

She quirked up a brow, waving a hand in the air as if to say it didn’t matter. “Oh don’t worry. I took no offence at all.”

“My idea of a good morning.” She grinned, playful eyes observing him from above the rim of the glass as she had a sip.

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