"Serves me well to do so," she shoots back easily, still smiling as he turns to help her board. She doesn't let go of his hand, holding on for that extra bit of security as she nimbly moves to step on the broad space at the edge of the boat between a break in the rail, hoisting herself on and hopping down to join him on the deck proper a moment later. She releases him then, quickly running her fingers through her hair as she gathers herself, giving the boat's exterior a quick once-over. She's never really paid it much mind, even though it had always been right there in the harbor all the countless times she'd come down to the docks, looking for answers.
"Nice," she remarks, though she knows she shouldn't be surprised. Hawley makes good money doing what he does, even if she wouldn't file most of his methods under what she considered to be clean business. "Suits you, I think. Not sure I can imagine a Hawley who lives on land."
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Date: 2015-05-26 04:04 am (UTC)"Nice," she remarks, though she knows she shouldn't be surprised. Hawley makes good money doing what he does, even if she wouldn't file most of his methods under what she considered to be clean business. "Suits you, I think. Not sure I can imagine a Hawley who lives on land."