[ Unfortunately for Iain (and unfortunately for Dr. Akker a well) the enemies she's made over the years are somewhat resistant to his particular brand of both danger and charm. Iain Marling might be able to kill a man just as easily as he could make a man wish he were dead, but bureaucracy isn't the sort of thing you stab and addictions — well, they're the ones that torture you and not the other way around.
Still, the offer is noted and her gratitude is given. Akker doesn't have friends, not in any traditional sense, but Iain is as close as she gets to them (on good days, at least). Maybe he'd saved her just as much as she'd saved him, only her situation had been a little more between the lines, a little less explicit but no less desperate.
Her end of the line is quiet. If Iain listens hard enough he may recognize the creak of her office chair muffled beneath her breathing. ]
Careful. Jetlag's a bitch. [ The implication: how're you sleeping? ]
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Still, the offer is noted and her gratitude is given. Akker doesn't have friends, not in any traditional sense, but Iain is as close as she gets to them (on good days, at least). Maybe he'd saved her just as much as she'd saved him, only her situation had been a little more between the lines, a little less explicit but no less desperate.
Her end of the line is quiet. If Iain listens hard enough he may recognize the creak of her office chair muffled beneath her breathing. ]
Careful. Jetlag's a bitch. [ The implication: how're you sleeping? ]