[A flickering moment of held eye contact—like she is double checking his own understanding, verifying what she sees in his face against her conscience—, and then Maureen gives him a curt nod. The appearance of indecision in her melts rapidly off. Okay. Great. Decision made.
(Not for the first time, she wishes John were here. She could set him on this without a second thought.)]
The trash can to the left of the bathroom door. [She'd marked it earlier, and doesn't need to shift up to glance across the counter to reassure herself that it's still there.] I'll crouch behind it while you draw the one in the bathroom out. If you make enough of a scene, it probably won't notice me slip around behind it. Try not to stay in the area in case more come. We'll need to make sure I can get back out, and I can help you shake them when I'm done.
[Hopefully he's good at running in circles.
With the pot clamped shut in one hand and the coil of hose in the other, Maureen makes to shift up off the floor. Steals a glance at him.]
no subject
(Not for the first time, she wishes John were here. She could set him on this without a second thought.)]
The trash can to the left of the bathroom door. [She'd marked it earlier, and doesn't need to shift up to glance across the counter to reassure herself that it's still there.] I'll crouch behind it while you draw the one in the bathroom out. If you make enough of a scene, it probably won't notice me slip around behind it. Try not to stay in the area in case more come. We'll need to make sure I can get back out, and I can help you shake them when I'm done.
[Hopefully he's good at running in circles.
With the pot clamped shut in one hand and the coil of hose in the other, Maureen makes to shift up off the floor. Steals a glance at him.]
Ready?