The girl is upset -- the signs are easy enough to read. She tries to look like she doesn't care, tries to act like her vandalizing the once-important papers and leaving them in an unburnt pile on the ground isn't a reflection on those who the papers belonged to... what they symbolized.
Gaby glances down at the papers again, a casual look, and catches numbers, notes. Assembled for a case, an office file, perhaps.
A file that the office no longer needs, it seems.
"You took them with you," she counters, voice just as impassive as before, the implication that means you still care some way hidden in the words.
The emotionless quality disappears, though, when she continues: "If you don't look right, sound right, have the right background... they don't need much reason. Offices, corporations. Young women can starve for all they care."
Assumption -- but then, Gaby isn't a spy for nothing... and more than that, she recognizes herself in the girl in front of her, seventeen and out of work, out of money, all alone.
no subject
Gaby glances down at the papers again, a casual look, and catches numbers, notes. Assembled for a case, an office file, perhaps.
A file that the office no longer needs, it seems.
"You took them with you," she counters, voice just as impassive as before, the implication that means you still care some way hidden in the words.
The emotionless quality disappears, though, when she continues: "If you don't look right, sound right, have the right background... they don't need much reason. Offices, corporations. Young women can starve for all they care."
Assumption -- but then, Gaby isn't a spy for nothing... and more than that, she recognizes herself in the girl in front of her, seventeen and out of work, out of money, all alone.