"Look, don't think of it as a job, think of it as a paid-for vacation! You'll barely have to do anything-"
"But for the whole assassination thing, you mean. Aside from endin' a life it's a nice, easy day at the beach. Where I gotta pretend to be joined at the hip with you the whole damn time."
"Oh, is that the problem? I didn't realise Sol Hawke couldn't handle a couples-only retreat for a weekend."
"Hey, I didn't say that. This is fine. I can handle this.
This is easy."
Sol leans over, sheepishly squeezing Kerri's smaller hand.
Looking around, like she's double-checking she's playing the role correctly.
Still a little wary, no harm in that, but a weekend away wasn't the worse thing-
"Look sharp, Hawke. The mark's here."