[ her mouth twitches; she finally actually taps into her famiglia training to keep her ears and tail stiff and still. she's been trained in the famiglia. pressured or just about crushed underfoot to be a soldier and the heiress. texas sure is saying some pretty unbelievable things, but she supposes she doesn't necessarily have to believe texas' words. anyone can say anything to take others off guard, enemy or even ally.

those days in siracusa... how funny, she might as well have been some lovesick puppy. maybe the only thing that really changed is time and how they've grown up, or maybe too much has changed. her mind ticks. she can make some conscious decisions, she decides, on what to take seriously or not. the mention of the other two operators, she thinks, isn't even really terribly important. she'd always been a lone wolf even in operations. ]

It's good to know what foods and drinks are safe than not. All things considered it's smarter not to trust food from a captor anyway. And of course I doubt it'd be as easy as driving out, I'm just trying to test a few options here.

You're acting strange, Texas. There's more you're not telling me, I'm sure.

[ she could venture a guess what might even be causing it. her innate and uncanny criminal intuition. ]