Out on the streets of Chicago, Karunamayee is wandering in crooked oblongs near the Kashtta Tower. She's still avoiding everyone's eyes, but she has questions to ask - she's just not sure what the best way to ask them would be. As a relative newcomer to Chicago, she missed everything going on in the Conrad Hotel basement, and this business with
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The bad news is that there just so happens to be in the same place as a certain (former) Angel of Knowledge, not that he actually has any intention of giving her anything even resembling a passing glance as he walks on by. Just a local. No interest to him, really.
Have at 'em, Dmi.
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"Do I know you?" It really shouldn't be a question. He knows he doesn't, but it's about the only thing he can get out, because his brain is still in Did she just vaguely insinuate that I'm a weasel? mode.
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He shakes his head, because there's a thought he doesn't need to spend too much time thinking about. "Unaffiliated and likely to remain that way, even if he was here, which I don't suppose he is, unless he's been cleverly hiding himself. I'm not entirely sure where you're from, but where I'm from Jack Bristow would rather see me dead than working for him."
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If there was ever any doubt whether or not a human being can actually ellipse at someone, Sark has just proven it's possible.
Words should happen here. He's just not entirely sure what they are at this second.
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She's just going to look innocent now.
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...On second thought, no, that's not better.
He blinks a few times, resigns himself to the fact that he really doesn't want to know how the hell that sort of thing even happens. "And what exactly were you to the lot of them?" He pointedly doesn't say us. He is not a ferret shapeshifter working for Jack Bristow, after all. Yet.
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He shrugs. "Not presently. Keeping busy is something of an issue when there's little in the way of what I'm used to in this city, but apparently I didn't have as much of a problem with that where you came from, so maybe only time will tell."
Sark just can't come out and do the I'M A SPY flail- he has to be vague about it... And, apparently not tell the whole truth. Well, it's not like he constantly has work from Dick rolling in anyway.
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She pauses.
"Actually, come to think of it, I've seen hide nor hair of those kids or the Doctor for a while, which is a bit off, considering they're not exactly subtle folk. Still. Big city. Sure it's nothing."
No, she's not. Dmitri Lang sees patterns where no patterns need be, and usually pursues them. But, hey, she's allowed to be flippant, too.
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He stares at her, wondering how much of that was less her talking to him than talking at him. After a moment of utterly failing at anything useful to say (and a lot of blinking), he very calmly asks, "Forgive me for saying so-" his tone is such to suggest that he doesn't really care if she does or not, "-but are you even remotely aware that people in your position tend to get themselves killed? Although if you've survived this long, I'm going to assume you're either extremely clever or have survival instincts that would put mine to shame." Those two things are not interchangeable. You can be an idiot and have good survival instincts as far as he's concerned ( ... )
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Nor does a healthy supply of mace.
"Any case, people in my position usually have a better life expectancy than people in yours, tiger."
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"I suppose that all depends. Some of the people in my position aren't burdened with an overabundance of incompetency." Or, you know, moral systems or loyalty or any of those other things Sark fails at. "That tends to keep one alive for a much longer period of time."
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