[At Morgan's exhalation, Zohra looks over his shoulder, giving her what he hopes to be a reassuring smile.]
Don't worry.
[Frankly, he's too used to this kind of thing by now. He knows what they call the Hidden Elites. Monsters, perverts, lunatics, people who don't know how to function outside of war and can't be trusted around others—and really, they're all true, even if Zohra doesn't entirely appreciate being lumped in with them. In any case, there's a reason he's never especially enjoyed his few team missions and having to work with his colleagues, even before he began defying the country.
Still, perhaps because this is all fairly normal for him, he wants Morgan to be at ease. Things will work out. Even if the Hidden Elites are geniuses, the two of them are even more so, he knows.]
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Don't worry.
[Frankly, he's too used to this kind of thing by now. He knows what they call the Hidden Elites. Monsters, perverts, lunatics, people who don't know how to function outside of war and can't be trusted around others—and really, they're all true, even if Zohra doesn't entirely appreciate being lumped in with them. In any case, there's a reason he's never especially enjoyed his few team missions and having to work with his colleagues, even before he began defying the country.
Still, perhaps because this is all fairly normal for him, he wants Morgan to be at ease. Things will work out. Even if the Hidden Elites are geniuses, the two of them are even more so, he knows.]