Verity sits up straighter and practically beams. True, this man doesn't quite seem to be altogether upstairs, as it were, but then everyone in Fallen London is a little peculiar. It's the lack of proper sunlight, probably.
"It's no trouble at all, sir." She puts down her mug. "What may I advise you on?"
Technically, of course, she's a policewoman, not a lawyer, but this is her first visitor and Verity's excited. Forgive her for going a little outside her brief.
"Ah, I suppose this cottage is on Watchmaker's Hill?" Verity doesn't wait for a reply- that's the only place she knows with regular rat infestations. "You may deal with the L.Bs with impunity, sir. After all, they're not really people, even if they do have a sort of low cunning."
She pauses.
"Though nailing a corpse of one to your front door might not be the best solution. Fresh meat tends to attract the fungus colonies."
Verity's a little taken aback at the man's comments. While she herself sometimes make a living from dispatching fungus colonies (and she's killed a good few rats in her own cottage) she doesn't enjoy the act. It's simply a necessity, a fact of life in Fallen London.
For this reason it takes her a second to reply to Israel.
"Uh... Verity Cooper, sir. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
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"It's no trouble at all, sir." She puts down her mug. "What may I advise you on?"
Technically, of course, she's a policewoman, not a lawyer, but this is her first visitor and Verity's excited. Forgive her for going a little outside her brief.
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She pauses.
"Though nailing a corpse of one to your front door might not be the best solution. Fresh meat tends to attract the fungus colonies."
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For this reason it takes her a second to reply to Israel.
"Uh... Verity Cooper, sir. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
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