Aisha wheeled around, not appearing even half as guilty as she should have.
“I asked Coil’s lieutenant for some. He asked me how many gallons I wanted. How weird is that? I mean, seriously, who needs gallons of blood? Or maybe I could use it. Paint someone’s house, see if I can’t freak them out hardcore,” Aisha smiled wickedly.
So where do Coil’s people get it? Their enemies? Do they just buy it from a slaughterhouse (a regular slaughterhouse, not the Nine)?
I do suppose gallons of blood could be useful if you want to fake a massacre crime scene with the corpses gone.
“Ignore that question. What were you saying to Taylor, about not giving her a note?”
“It’s fine,” I told him. “She’s being protective of her big brother.”
I don’t think Brian has ever really seen that before his Interlude. Sure, it’s probably happened, but he may not have realized what was going on beneath Aisha’s surface.
It probably raises a lot of thoughts about how he’s supposed to be the protector.
Aisha plastered a fake smile on her face.
“I didn’t know you cared,” Brian told Aisha, with a touch of sarcasm. “I’m dropping this only because Taylor’s sticking up for you.”
Sure, there’s a touch of sarcasm, but I think there’s some genuineness in this too.