[People Jesus hasn't talked to about rebellion talk about how rebels are too vocal on the network. Something he hasn't noticed, but he's also mildly technophobic.]
...You were thinking I'd leave you to go work with someone who can't play their cards close to their chest.
[He laughs. Can't help but be a little shit sometimes, you know.]
For the record, I'm in this to make some kind of difference. No one who rushes in is going to make a dent. I'm with you because you're not going in, guns blazing.
Hey... Scott? Right? I hear we both work at the Red Emerald? I mean, I've kinda been off whilst I dealt with... shit? I guess? But hey!
[She pauses, chuckles beneath her breath out of sheer nerves and plunges on.]
Jesus came to me. Said you might be interested joining the - uh prayer circle on the beach? I mean. If you want to? I'll be there, waiting. The big fire pit near the rocky outcrop/
[Dinah's aware that she sounds like a stuttering idiot and believe her, she's way more annoyed about it than anyone. But years of Roman have left her a bit insecure about her social skills. Still, she goes to wait on the beach for Scott to show. Maybe he's got a plan better than her's? Maybe he actually has a plan, unlike her?]
[ He could respond to the message, but nah. He just shows up at the beach, with a faint smile and wearing sunglasses. That glow and reflect red in any light at all. ]
I work out of Patch's actually, but I don't think Jesus pays much attention to details. Are you Dinah?
[She grins.] Figured maybe he had the wrong gym but I've been in the zoo and shit so... yeah.
[Her grin becomes uneasy.] I mean, I'm not a criminal. I mean, I guess I am, but it's been... twelve years? Twelve years of him fucking bullying me. I know it was murder but... I mean, have you met Roman? He - he deserved it.
[Dinah blushes, realising she's said way too much.] Sorry. Some people just get like - way judgemental.
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