Jen can’t help but make a face at the credit card line, “Jesus, Hill, you sound like the people at my old law office. Always trying to cover up the dumb shit their kids do.”
She looks at the helmet tucked at Hill’s side and eyes the full tactical gear Maria’s decked head-to-toe in. “Oh, no government would foot the bill for gear that nice, that’s for sure.”
Jen gives a flex and stretches her shoulders and neck out, finally relaxing since they were given the ‘go’ sign. “I’ll make you a deal: you expense me some new boots and I’ll be your piggy-back Uber any time you’re too hammered.”
❝ Never understood how you dealt with those types on a regular basis, ❞ Maria says, smirking as Jen looks her up and down. She knows that she’s paying more attention to the gear, but Maria wouldn’t ever miss the opportunity to stroke her own ego -- if only a little.
❝ I look great, right? Uncle Sam wasn’t paying me enough so we had to go with the next best thing. ❞
Maria isn’t subtle in the appreciation of the lawyer’s flexing, nodding her head, smirk still in tact. ❝ Give me a size and I’ll have on your front door step tomorrow, ❞ she says easily. ❝ Any other requests? Because I feel like getting free piggy back rides from you for a pair of boots is a rip off. For you. ❞