Troisième

[never_any_doubt]

[Spy died in Westport shortly after Denmark, but he's taking it much better -- years and years of being axed through the face by men in masks and full-body suits has somewhat desensitized him. However, he's not all that eager to go back or immediately get involved in the panic again; he's not yet been informed about the declaration of martial law,

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action dance~

[bustydefense]

[Well damn if it isn't... Lovely. There's a polite knock on the door.]

Spy does not dance. He r srs professional.

[never_any_doubt]

[Spy waits a few moments to open the door, peering through the spyhole to make sure it's not anyone who looks dangerous. This one looks like she might be the slapping type, but he can deal with that. He opens the door.]

Bonjour, Madame. Do come in. Are you here to talk?

orly

[bustydefense]

[She can't decide whether or not she likes that he doesn't remember]

Yes, thank you.

Yarly. Srs srs. No time for clubbing.

[never_any_doubt]

Well zhen, by all means.

[He shows her inside, sizing her up. She looks like the serious type, the sort to know what they're doing, or at least think they do. He could use that to his advantage if it means that she's serious about getting to the bottom of what's going on here in Mayfield and now, of course, in Westport. Someone else to do the dirty work for him!]

How much do you know, first of all? Eet will be no help if we attempt to discuss somezhing with which you are not familiar.