Destination: Desperation

[Ash]

Ash couldn't help but compare him to an accountant or business like man at that moment, talking about a schedule and such. She probably should compare him more to a hit man with what he was probably planning, an assassin with a schedule to keep, or an agent of secrecy.. But all she saw was something that might even resemble Alice's white rabbit. If Alice's rabbit was calmer, taller, attractive, and was actually on time.

She looked away as he scrolled through the information once more. As he asked his question, she brought her face back to him. Like before, his stare didn't really do anything for her. No intimidation, no squirming under his judging gaze. She met his eyes actually, and only the feeling of such was indication that she was staring straight into his eyes. Before he even brought up the daunting measures of the mission, she had an answer for him. "No, actually. Not now. Too much risk, and not enough motivation." She waved him off lazily. "I'll do my own thing on my own time."

She put her leg back on the ground where it belonged, and then leaned back in the chair, hooking her elbows on the corners of the back of it. "So what is our next stop on your list of errands? Grocery store for some milk?" She asked, with a smart ass smirk.