Track: VIII

"Holy shit." Callaghan whistled after an hour of browsing through the information they found. It was, actually, a lot, though she didn't really feel like those were things to be shared out loud with anyone.

"That… well, I didn't expect at all." Chyler admitted, swallowing hard and clearing her throat, trying shake off the surprise.

"I didn't either, but you seem to be good enough with this shit to get the info, apparently. And well, that gives us upper hand. Sort of." She bumped Chyler's shoulder with her fist and even though Toussaint was aware Callaghan didn't intend to be rough, she had to admit it was not particularly sensible or soft. On the other hand, she appreciated the fact that her partner took the split of a second to think that if she punched Chyler her normal way, she'd probably end up with bruises. "Thanks, Brioche."

"Can you stop with it, I have a name. I already told you that." She groaned, but Aria just snorted.