Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:
"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"
"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."
"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually
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There is a small, bloody child staring at his cafe.
Bristow looks around. Surely, there is someone here who can deal with this? Someone who isn't him? No?
Fuck.
He sighs and calls out to her, "Are you lost?" Never mind that he hasn't dealt with a child since Sydney was one and after a point, he wasn't very good at it. He'll... Improvise. Or something.
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"Yes," she says. It's simply the truth. "I'm looking for signore Jose." Her English is good, while accented. It's one of the three cardinals she was studying. "I have to find him."
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He stares back, like he's trying to not be intimidated or freaked by that. Nothing rattles Jack Bristow. Nothing
"Where did you last see him?" He asks with an awkward sort of paternal tone, gesturing her closer to his table. She's clearly not a normal little girl, so maybe this won't be as... Uncomfortable. Or maybe it'll just be uncomfortable for completely different reasons.
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--always your handler obey always--
Her violin case, as ever, is gripped in one hand, the clips of her P90 inside it replaced with the spares she keeps there. Her P239, as ever, is in its holster underneath her jacket. Empty. It's unnervingly light. "In Rome, signore. We were on assignment. Rico threw the flashbomb and I fell."
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There's a phrase somewhere, he's sure, about how the more you have to defend a point, even when not asked to, the more guilty you probably feel about it.
He realizes he's staring and gaping slightly and shakes it off with a hard swallow and a very serious, grave look. "You fell through the Rift then?" Hopefully, someone would have told her, but given her state, then perhaps she seriously has been wandering about with no idea of what happened to her.
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If there's no Jose, there's nothing for her.
If there's nothing for her--
"I have to get back to signore Jose, please."
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And then promptly changes tact lest that set her off or something. She’s a child, so perhaps she’s easily distracted. When he speaks again, it’s in Italian. «You are Italian, yes?»
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And then he's speaking Italian. Good Italian, and something desperate and lonely in her subconscious clicks into that and refuses to let go. «Yes, sir.»
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When he speaks again, it's in a calm, paternal voice, like he's slipping into an alias to avoid dealing with the situation head-on as himself, «Would you like to order something? The facts about your situation might be easier to swallow with something to eat. They have very good sweets here.»
Not that he eats sweets, but some of the menu items are things Sydney used to be fond of as a child and, well, if one small child approves, all of them should.
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Clearly, service results in a reward. Why should a stranger give her anything nice when she hasn't killed anyone for him?
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«I don't see why you have to do anything. You've had a bad day. I think that in itself deserves a treat.»
He used to do that with Sydney before everything got awkward and he spent too much time trying to sort through Irina's betrayal- buy her treats when she was having a bad day. Honestly, he shouldn't be able to fall so easily back into that with a stranger, but Sydney's older and those kinds of things don't work on adults. The problem with never being around enough to watch your daughter grow is that you miss out on growing as a father.
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Henrietta folds her hands in her lap and kicks her feet. She stops herself when she realizes how fidgety that is.
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Which, honestly, given the way she's acting might not be the right word for it. Love isn't something you attach to handlers and assets (unless you're Sydney and Vaughn), which is what he assumes Jose and the girl are to each other. Still.
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