"I’m not going to tell you anything." Brian says, digging his hands into his worn leather jacket as the December evening begins to chill. "Besides, the pre-trial papers really did an efficient enough job of covering it."
Nina looks up and down the street as she talks, as if she’s looking for a greater threat. “I’m not going to bite the hand that feeds me. In fact I’m under a directive not to do so. No, I’m here on my own for my own reasons.”
Brian makes a little popping noise with his lips. “I don’t think I’ll be able to help you.” He starts to step away, looking at entering Central Park when her manicured hand grasps his coat.
"Off the record, I just want to know what what makes Mackenzie McHale so god damned special."
Now Brian looks up and down the street, looking for the same invisible people she was. “Only if you tell me what is about Will McAvoy that makes a sane woman crazy.”
A smile curls on her painted red lips. “I think… we can make a reasonable trade.”