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[sir_samuel]

Vimes stared at the woman across from him.

Woman. It wasn't the right word, but there wasn't a better one in his vocabulary. She was human-shaped and female, but otherwise utterly lacking in womanliness. Creature, even animal fit her countenance (not to mention her actions) better, no matter what her shape. But even Vimes, copper's copper and

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[girl_f]

F watches the pen. She'll wait until he gets really upset to use it.

She looks up at him. Old for a human, more like Masuoka. Like the man from the subways who killed himself. Oh, she knows about that.

She yawns, and lays her head down on the table.

[sir_samuel]

He noticed her watching the pen and quirked a brow. It was the most interest he'd seen her show in anything yet, and he moved it side to side next, curious if her eyes would follow.

He sighed. "Look, I don't like this any more than you do, but it's, y'know, standard. You've gotta be able to say something or we wouldn't have a name for you."

[girl_f]

Her fingers twitch, and she's still watching the pen. Her eyes go there too, flick flick, side to side.

If he gives her the pen, she'll give him a word.

[sir_samuel]

"Oh, for gods' sake," Vimes muttered. He held up the pen. "Fine. D'you want it?"