Sonja's been busy. She slept her first night in the Main Gauche, left early the next morning, and hasn't been back since, mostly because she doesn't half-ass a job. Her blind ambition, however, has paid off and she strolls into the sunroom with a look of pure smug satisfaction on her face, happy to see that the little blonde demon she accosted in the hall was right about Shepard's whereabouts.
"Tell me I'm brilliant," she says by way of announcing her arrival.
Sonja's grin somehow manages to get wider. She sprawls across a nearby chair, her legs dangling over the side of the armrest while her head dangles over the other side. "Hell yeah, I did. There's this guy I met when I first got into the city. Big real estate mogul who bought a bunch of buildings that were damaged in the earthquake so he could tear 'em down and turn 'em into something useful."
She locks her fingers and stretches her arms over her head. "Then the plague hit and propertly values went down the shitter and now he's got all this property that he doesn't know what to do with. I just convinced him to let me take one off his hands."
Which should have been impossible, but Sonja's got skills. We'll completely ignore the fact that the man will be found with a bullet in his head sometime later, the victim of an apparent suicide. So tragic, really, when real estate ventures go so badly that one has to take their own life.
With more grace than should be expected considering her position on the chair, Sonja starts out towards the parking lot where she parked the little Camry she got off her victim benefactor on top of the building. Well, she needed some way to get home and she was not riding the bus again.
She stops in front of the car, unlocks it, and then climbs into the driver's seat and waits for Shepard to get in, bouncing a little impatiently. She's rather fond of this particular building, you see.
When they get there, it'll be painfully obvious why.
She stops bouncing, arching her eyebrows a little. Bouncing? She wasn't bouncing. Your eyes lie. "Well, it's a pretty sweet set-up. Not some shitty abandoned office building or anything like that. You'll love it
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Sonja shrugs and leads her inside. The door's just hanging on by a hinge and a prayer, because apparently there wasn't anything left in the building worth protecting from vagrants-it was abandoned before the earthquake even hit
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Sonja leans over the edge of the railing, so that she's almost balancing herself over the edge of it just a little, grinning wickedly.
"I told you I was brilliant," she says, giving Shepard a twinking little glance out of the corner of her eye.
She straightens up and crosses behind her to pace the length of this side of the balcony. "There's more space than we probably need and the previous owners didn't leave anything useful behind." She checked. Thoroughly. "But we can make this work even if all that's useful to us is that main floor."
Sonja shrugs. "If there's one thing I've learned, you don't take, unless you're prepared to give back. Keeps everything nice and friendly."
And keeps people from stabbing you in the back. Not that she expects that kind of behavior from Shepard. She, at least, seems to have enough honor not to betray a comrade if she gets that pissy about one going rogue on her.
"But you're welcome." She runs a hand over the railing and looks out over the main floor with all the dignity of a queen surveying her kingdom. She's going to have fun standing up here and watching Shepard do whatever passes for her thing. "Now we just gotta get through the hard part."
"Tell me I'm brilliant," she says by way of announcing her arrival.
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She locks her fingers and stretches her arms over her head. "Then the plague hit and propertly values went down the shitter and now he's got all this property that he doesn't know what to do with. I just convinced him to let me take one off his hands."
Which should have been impossible, but Sonja's got skills. We'll completely ignore the fact that the man will be found with a bullet in his head sometime later, the victim of an apparent suicide. So tragic, really, when real estate ventures go so badly that one has to take their own life.
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And, you know, that side of town is so abandoned that no one will ever hear the screaming.
She shifts a little and pulls a set of car keys out of her pocket. "You wanna see it?"
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She stops in front of the car, unlocks it, and then climbs into the driver's seat and waits for Shepard to get in, bouncing a little impatiently. She's rather fond of this particular building, you see.
When they get there, it'll be painfully obvious why.
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"It's perfect," she says, an evil glint in her eye.
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"I told you I was brilliant," she says, giving Shepard a twinking little glance out of the corner of her eye.
She straightens up and crosses behind her to pace the length of this side of the balcony. "There's more space than we probably need and the previous owners didn't leave anything useful behind." She checked. Thoroughly. "But we can make this work even if all that's useful to us is that main floor."
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"But this is excellent. Thank you, Sonja."
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And keeps people from stabbing you in the back. Not that she expects that kind of behavior from Shepard. She, at least, seems to have enough honor not to betray a comrade if she gets that pissy about one going rogue on her.
"But you're welcome." She runs a hand over the railing and looks out over the main floor with all the dignity of a queen surveying her kingdom. She's going to have fun standing up here and watching Shepard do whatever passes for her thing. "Now we just gotta get through the hard part."
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