He hadn't meant to alter the tone of their conversation, but her expression had shifted oddly at that. He narrowed his eyes, waiting to see what on earth was wrong.
She already had a plan, it seemed.
A foolhardy one.
"Oh, you're going to use the Ministry," Ishmael echoed, the disapproval and disbelief he felt trumped entirely by sheer amusement. He didn't bother to suppress his laughter at all, just threw his head back and eventually came to with a shake of his head and another snort. "Well, good luck with that."
She wouldn't be the only one who did use them, here. But it meant she must be young, to think that could even possibly be a sensible idea. Or her time nursing in America had painted her too rosy a picture of what it was like to live with humans. Ishmael wondered idly if he should talk her out of it, or just let her be.
But she was staying, it sounded like.
She already had a plan, it seemed.
A foolhardy one.
"Oh, you're going to use the Ministry," Ishmael echoed, the disapproval and disbelief he felt trumped entirely by sheer amusement. He didn't bother to suppress his laughter at all, just threw his head back and eventually came to with a shake of his head and another snort. "Well, good luck with that."
She wouldn't be the only one who did use them, here. But it meant she must be young, to think that could even possibly be a sensible idea. Or her time nursing in America had painted her too rosy a picture of what it was like to live with humans. Ishmael wondered idly if he should talk her out of it, or just let her be.
But she was staying, it sounded like.
