Date: 2009-04-27 02:29 am (UTC)
Mills takes off his jacket, draping it over a kitchen chair, and slips his holster off, dropping it on the table.

"Good point," he mutters. He looks back into the fridge, frowning. "I guess you need your wits about you. For the interrogation."

"I have diet soda, on the off chance that Kim ever stops by. I have bottled water." Looking back up at her again.
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