Well, at least it's a sort of interesting question. Kate lifts an eyebrow and leans against the counter, an exaggerated sort of how are you ever going to know if I'm telling the truth move with just enough stretch to be deliberately sexy, too.
"Depends on the woman and the day." She smiles tightly and curls her fingers around the beer that the bartender's just placed by her hand. "What if I told you it was performance art? A rejection of the island utopia and the idea of tabula rasa. Giving someone a blank slate doesn't make them good. Pardon's not the same thing as redemption. Maybe I was telling the island once a thief, always a thief, even if I don't want to hurt anyone."
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Date: 2011-10-15 07:07 am (UTC)"Depends on the woman and the day." She smiles tightly and curls her fingers around the beer that the bartender's just placed by her hand. "What if I told you it was performance art? A rejection of the island utopia and the idea of tabula rasa. Giving someone a blank slate doesn't make them good. Pardon's not the same thing as redemption. Maybe I was telling the island once a thief, always a thief, even if I don't want to hurt anyone."