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I don't care if he looks like Marilyn fuckin' Monroe, you keep the hell away from him, you hear me?

[eyes widen slightly since she wasn't expecting that] H-huh? Hey! Don't order me around!!

You listen to me, girlie. You want to be part of my team? Then you bloody well listen, and I am telling you to keep your scrawny arse away from that bloke, piss off what he looks like. Are we understood?

[and now she's definitely shrinking back a bit] Why though? He's pretty nice.

Because he's a bloody murderin' bastard, that's why.

[covers her mouth] Someone else died? Is Sam okay?? [okay, so she's not over his death yet]

What? No. He's fine. Well, fine as a sissy nonce like him can be. Doesn't change the fact that bastard is scum and you'd best keep your distance.

[relaxes slightly and frowns] Oh...who'd he kill?

Does it matter? It's nothin' you need to know about, girlie. Just listen to me and keep the hell away from him.

[she suddenly swings to frustrated] If my friends are dying then I have a right to know what's going on, damn it! No one tells me anything because of my age but maybe I can handle it! I should know anyway!

[leans down in front of her, face to face] You wanted part of my team and that means you listen to what I have to say, got it? I don't give a rat's fart how old you are. If I say you don't need to know, you don't bloody well need to know.

[bites her lip] But Gene! Akito told me what happened with you and him! And now this and... [frowns and just sort of sits down on the ground] I hate all these secrets.

[oesbfos frigging Akito] You shouldn't listen to faeries, girlie, 'specially not when it comes to things like this.

[ignores that] Why did you do it? I don't think you would do that unless you had to. You're mean but you're not like that. ... [thinks back] Did the Master kill you?

What I do is no business of yours, brat. [glares at her, who cares she's like, what, eleven?] And I've no reason to answer a damned question you ask. Whether the bastard killed me or not is irrelevant to you staying the hell away from it. Are we understood?

[giving him a half-glare, half-worried look] I shouldn't ask Sam about it either then, huh?

That nonce can't give a straight answer when he's up to snuff, you think he can handle that sort of question now?

No. How is he? [shoots him a look] You can at least tell me that. He's pretending it's nothing but still.

He's a bloody wreck, you div.

[stands back up again and puts her hands on her hips] I knew that! [taps her foot] ...He needs a vacation.

[raises a brow] What, Tyler? The bleedin' bookworm? Have you tried taking away his paperwork? It's like walking in on a dog fight between two strays over a scrap of meat.

[shakes her head] Not like that. I mean maybe if he could do work at home or get a lot more traveling into his work. Something to keep him busy, right?

Yes, well, you're more than welcome to try and convince him, because the bloody bastard isn't about to listen to me.

Fine then, I will. You have to let him work away from the department if I manage it, though. [smiles slightly] Good luck getting rid of the cheetahs. Maybe you could put him in a zoo...He might be happier there.

[quirks a brow, because isn't she a little young to be making deals?] Fine, deal. He gets time off if you can convince him, not that I think you can. [snorts] Would rather put him in a cell with every rapist, murdering scum I can.