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[ No she doesn't. And, as Will fumbles for his shoes, Freddie pretty much just tosses her things in her bag, a half-assed version of packing up. ]

That's fine with me. De Chima's closest, so we can head there, then one of us can take the Porter down to Heropa just to make sure that Chilton hasn't started punishing the nonbelievers in our absence. [ her face is pure 'god, how I wish I could have a drink,' as Freddie makes her way to the bathroom to shove her ten bajillion hair/face/body products into her travel bag. ]

[Will's just got to toe into his shoes and zip up the duffel bag with all its plaid contents. Technically, that's all he has to do. He isn't sure how Freddie deals with the hospitality items in any given hotel, but he ends up leaning in the bathroom to stuff the tissues with everything else. If Freddie doesn't grab up the soaps and shampoos, Will is right there to make sure they vanish, anyway.]

Did you record it? [That hand towel isn't terrible, it's now Will Graham's hand towel.] We could use it. Remind him in case he conveniently forgets.

[That sure is a pissy way to toss in the other not terrible hand towel. Hiss spit boo fuck everything how dare he.]

I managed to record part of it, [ she said, grabbing one of the shampoo bottles, looking it over, then putting it back with a frown. hashtag hair snob. ] I'll be able to remember it all, though. My power was working at the time.

[ the power which she's tried her hardest to keep a secret from everyone. And which she's not entirely sure if she's told Will or not. Whoops. That ace in the hole is slowly vanishing thanks to Freddie's big mouth. ]

[He goes for that shampoo bottle, tossing it up in the air and grabbing it in a decidedly got you gesture. Aw yes, getting what he's wanted for months without putting forth a truly manipulative and bloody design, that is some satisfaction plastered all over his face.]

So that's your third power, remembering everything said to you? [He wins! He wins and no one had to die for it to happen, fuck you Hannibal, it can be done! Though, shockingly, Will doesn't do anything to reserve his sense of winning. Harder to do when he has eyebrows, probably. This little gloating shit right here, putting the bottle up with a grin on his face.] We should compare notes sometime, see how it matches up with natural remarkable visual memory.

[Welcome to the world of great memory, Freddie, it looks like Will Graham.]

Sort of, [ she admitted, with a little roll of her eyes at Will's satisfaction. ] It's more like a tape recorder than anything else. When I turn my power on, so to speak, I can remember perfectly any noise, conversation, whatever that's happening. It only lasts about two hours though, so I need to write everything down or dictate it before I can remember a new chunk of time.

[ so basically, there are a lot of tapes that's Freddie just talking to herself like a crazy person. As she zips up her bag, she looks over at Will. ] Yours probably wins out.

[However distracted Will might seem, rearranging everything in his bag and closing it, Freddie's voice is the only thing he's intensely focused on. He reviews the file leak from November, adds it in, but adds it into his personal file. That one won't be seeing the light of day, not from Will Graham, not without good reason. This road trip, despite not finding Abigail Hobbs, has proved far more beneficial than he ever thought. Not because he finally got that third power, but because bonding time with Freddie Lounds is actually not bad. Not bad at all.]

Yours sounds better. [For good reason, no arguing just to make Freddie feel like she got the better deal, politely. Will honestly believes what he says with that one.] Getting to dump it and start fresh isn't easy to come by. You really lucked out with that one.

[Humility and envy, wrapped up into one shaggy-haired unshaven guy, pulling the bag's straps over his shoulder as he looks around and grabs up Freddie's room key to join his in that plaid front pocket.]

I'll turn these in and meet you by the car.

[Terrible lodgings they might be, it never pays to be rude.]

I'm not complaining, [ she said, with a small shrug, zipping up her rolling suitcase and starting to pull it out. And really, this whole trip was...weird. Bonding time with Will Graham as they searched for missing Abigail Hobbs? Weird. Nice, but weird. ]

I'll pull the car up to the front then.

[ they're being nice to each other, this is such a new experience for Freddie ]

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