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Cassandra Cain	They're watching from above. Cass and Harper are monitoring a site for Da Batman. They check over the gondola's edge, from time to time, and watch the people far below do their thing. Bats didn't say exactly why, probably something malicious or illegal though. It's been mostly quiet so far, with guys moving boxes out of an old Joker tent. Ballsy, that. Cass comes down from another check, then shrugs. Still no big action apparently. The top of the ferris wheel isn't the most spacious of locales, so she and Harper are kinda cramped. She upnods toward the water bottle. Then, pauses. "Talk?" she asks, not entirely certain. They don't really talk much yet, this pair.
Harper Row	Harper is practically resting her chin on the metal edge as she peers outwards. As far as perches go, this isn't half back, apart from the aforementioned cramped quarters. But even then, that's not so bad depending on things. Her bottom lip protrudes a little farther than the upper as her brain does a little mental math of what's coming and going, and another part of her is off on one of it's obsessive subjects to worry like a rubber bone in the maw of a mutt. Cass's arrival, quiet and excellent, is eventually noticed, and Harper turns her half-cowled face towards the other woman. Her hands automatically start to reach for the bottle, and pause. Her head tilts, her faux-hawk flopping to favour the gravity on the other side of her temples. She gives a nod after a pregnant pause. "Yeah. Sure." She adjusts her legs, making sure that there's room for both, and to be companionable. She chews on her lip briefly. "What's...up?"
Cassandra Cain	Cass shrugs. She doesn't like these quiet moments either, much more into just dropping down and ...doing. Something. "Bored," she admits. Cass has never been much for word volume. She looks over the edge, just leaning her head enough to barely pass the precipice, and then back. "Do not like sit." To be fair, she needs more practice with the talk part. She raises an eyebrow, then tilts her head to the right a bit. "What I say wrong?"
Harper Row	Harper can have empathy for that. And she pushes her shoulders back and blows out a breath. She shouldn't stare, but there's a kind of cheat to it by having a portion of her Bluebird mask on as she is. A shake of her head to the most recent comment, and Harper tries to capture her lip piercing for a tug and chew. But then, she's removed all those identifying distractions while out on patrol and she gives another shake of her head. "I don't like to sit." she offers. "...you, uh, didn't say anything wrong. I'm just in a mood maybe. You're preaching to the choir, girl." Harper clasps a water bottle and goes so far as to giving the cap a counter-clockwise half-twist before offering it to Cassandra. Her chin dips as she does so, and some of the tension in her tries to uncoil. It's difficult though, as there's all kinda of coiled up feelings in the girl. "I prefer not doing these things solo. Shame I didn't bring a pack of cards, but maybe that wouldn't help with the sitting stuff either, right?"
Cassandra Cain	Cass takes the bottle, then lets her eyes rest on Harper while she speaks. It's not until after Harper has done that she sips, and only sips, from the bottle in her hand. She then puts the cap back on, and uses the bottle to indicate Harper herself. She doesn't exactly say anything to cap that gesture off though, instead pausing to pick her teeth for an instant. She thinks, legs crossed beneath her. Then she asks, "Why?" which without context could be referring to anything from the lack of piercings to the job itself. A voice drifts up from below, saying something about geriatric diapers. Either that or the sound is being garbled by distance.
Harper Row	Harper steeples her fingers and then interlaces the fingers to make her gloves more skin-tight and taut. A few more of those and the leather is stretched enough to her liking. Three time's the charm. Cass's way, her unique demeanor and delivery, is one of those things that Harper can't pin down. She can't brush it off as she could the conversation cues of another. For someone like Harper, it digs in its hooks, demands her to pay attention to nuances and signals. She raises her finger-tips up to either side of her mask, calibrating her auditory inputs and then depressing a button to raise her mask so she can address Cass more face-to-face. Up here, she banks on a lack of spying from anyone else, and the shadows. "If I screw up on my own, I don't have backup. It's not a regular thing, but I had a recent run-in with a group of baddies where it would have turned out real bad. Went in overconfident and nearly got BBQ'd and run through with fricken swords and stakes." Harper grates. "My place is super quiet on my own. Figures that now that my Bro wants to move out and move in with his dude friends, that'd be the time where I'm not needed anymore and that's when..." Harper pantomimes a slash across her neck and makes a little ~gaaaak~ noise.
Cassandra Cain	The asian girl wears no mask. She's never really taken to them like the others have, which is fine and all but really, exactly why? Nobody's ever asked her. It does make her face easier to read though, which might actually be the reason. She prefers her speech to be nonverbal. In this case she winces just slightly, not at the mention of the attack but at another moment. Specifically, when Harper mentions her brother moving out. The timing is telling. Still, she lifts her right hand to her hair and pulls it through her black tresses, the bob cut her chosen form of expression. It works for her, not a lot of hair to grab but still pretty. "Love him?" she asks, again excluding some of the necessary wordage. But it's pretty obvious who she's talking about. Down below, a gunshot sounds. But just one and then nothing else, not even a cry or a laugh. Cass barely twitches.
Harper Row	Harper purses her lips, and she lifts her chin so she's almost staring down her nose at Cassandra in a haughty way. But it's purely for her to be able to stretch her neck after being on stakeout. "Yeah. He's a pain sometimes. But, family...right?" The words are out, and they hang and dangle like detritus on dilapidated amusement park signage. There's a flurry of thoughts that tumble about in her head, and she licks her lips in anticipation of asking a question. The gunshot does make Harper twitch, and her eyes widen and her mouth snaps shut. She's twisting, tilting her head to peer over the side of their cozy hideaway. Bluebird hisses, rust rubbing along one cheek as she takes a gander down below for source. Be it an accident or something worse.
Cassandra Cain	"Family is a word," Cass says. She may not be entirely using the phrasing correctly, but she emphasizes the 'is', which would probably make Harper (or anyone else listening) think that she's being a little smartass atm. Still, she watches Harper carefully as the blue-haired lady peers over the edge. Waiting to see if there's a problem they need to address. Harper does see someone being dragged out of a tent, probably dead, which is...a negative thing to spot. But Batman was very clear. We're here to watch and report in. But then, when have either Cass or Harper been entirely the ones to follow orders?
Harper Row	"Frig." Harper grates as she peers over the side. "...that's another F-word." she murmers. Turning back, she sets her mask back into place and checks her wrists and waist, armguards and utility belt. Giving Cassandra a half-cowled look, she grimaces. "Looks like we've got a body already. That gunshot punctuated him like the period on the end of sentence." There's a moment to simply look at Cass and see if she's secretly got ESP or not. She's thinking about what Bats stated as the parameters, but she's also thinking about how much she agrees with Cassandra's views on sitting when shit is going down. "This is a ~great~ place to observe, but...I think maybe...eh? I think you and I, eh? You and I could...get an even ~better~ look if we go down and get closer. Shots fired. We came, we saw, heard the ~report~ and...ah frig it, let's get off our asses!"
Cassandra Cain	Cass? She's grinning. It's a very evil grin, and one that says all of the things that need to be said. It says that she's done waiting, and that she could be done with it without a qualm. It says that she's a girl who likes to DO things, not sit around and let a person possibly be dead. It says that they don't know for sure yet if he IS dead, and that if they go now, they might be able to save him. It says a lot of things. But mostly it says yes. Cass reaches out, then clasps Harper's hand firmly. And then? I'm guessing that the gondola is suddenly emptied of warm bodies, with more important things to do.