Nick only comes up to Martha (although he waved back) after she's done talking to that guy in the bowtie. It looks like something important, although it also made him watchful for her initial lack of recognition. Still, she's a grown woman, and she doesn't need skinny Nick Andros' back-up.
He settles down next to her and sips his coffee, then pats his stomach. It's a little over-exaggerated, but gratitude seems to actually make coffee taste better. He still has no idea what his plan is, but it helps to have people willing to help.
He likes her. It's a simple, easy thing to do. He's liked her pretty much from the start, in a lot of the ways he likes (liked) Ralph. Martha is quicker and sharper than Ralph, by miles, but--it's the way they both seem like they could work their way through things, one way or another. A steady sense of competency. Martha could have mixed up the worst coffee in the world, for all he really cares. It's not the point.
Friend of yours? He adjusts an imaginary bowtie, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
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Nick only comes up to Martha (although he waved back) after she's done talking to that guy in the bowtie. It looks like something important, although it also made him watchful for her initial lack of recognition. Still, she's a grown woman, and she doesn't need skinny Nick Andros' back-up.
He settles down next to her and sips his coffee, then pats his stomach. It's a little over-exaggerated, but gratitude seems to actually make coffee taste better. He still has no idea what his plan is, but it helps to have people willing to help.
He likes her. It's a simple, easy thing to do. He's liked her pretty much from the start, in a lot of the ways he likes (liked) Ralph. Martha is quicker and sharper than Ralph, by miles, but--it's the way they both seem like they could work their way through things, one way or another. A steady sense of competency. Martha could have mixed up the worst coffee in the world, for all he really cares. It's not the point.
Friend of yours? He adjusts an imaginary bowtie, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.