After the morning's excitement, Eliot had considered skipping the afternoon meet. That it was the first of its kind made him reconsider though, so after a thorough clean up, he decided to attend if merely to keep an eye on the proceedings. A moment of deliberation had the hitter leaving most of his fake police gear -real gear, fake police- in his room to avoid giving the illusion of being armed
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She smirked a little at his amendment but didn't say anything else on the matter, meeting his glance with and inquisitive look of her own.
Now it was her turn to shrug, though she followed hers up with an overly grand gesture towards the end of the hall. "Don't let me keep you. I'm sure it'll be riveting," she said, though her wry smile took some of the snark out of both words and actions. "Lead the way, cowboy."
[ooc: Oh man. I hate when I do that. Damned ooc/ic knowledge mixups. Yay for handwaving.
Eliot snorted and cocked a wry smile in return as he replied, in a voice thick with southern accent, "Yes, ma'am." While his side was turned from Fiona, he made a sweeping move as if to pull back his hair. The earbud he removed earlier was sneaked back into his ear canal without anyone being wiser.
"Headin' back to the hall," he said, half to Hardison and half to his present companion. Two steps in, he glanced over his shoulder to see if Fiona was coming along.
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Now it was her turn to shrug, though she followed hers up with an overly grand gesture towards the end of the hall. "Don't let me keep you. I'm sure it'll be riveting," she said, though her wry smile took some of the snark out of both words and actions. "Lead the way, cowboy."
[ooc: Oh man. I hate when I do that. Damned ooc/ic knowledge mixups. Yay for handwaving.
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"Headin' back to the hall," he said, half to Hardison and half to his present companion. Two steps in, he glanced over his shoulder to see if Fiona was coming along.
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